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 Burundi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ten City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Evens,
Oneida,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Searchers,
Suburban Knight,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jerry's Kids,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
The Fall,
Section 25,
Mars,
Godley & Creme,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Magma,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camouflage,
New York Dolls,
Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aural Exciters,
10cc,
Juan Atkins,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.