Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bulgaria and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Bob Dylan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Mills,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Gang of Four,
Black Moon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Inner City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
JFA,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Hardrive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camouflage,
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
The Pretty Things,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Glambeats Corp.,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.