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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Copeland,
Scan 7,
Goldenarms,
The Motions,
Eddi Front,
Gichy Dan,
Magazine,
Cecil Taylor,
Moebius,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
The Searchers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Essential Logic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
Sister Nancy,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
The Mummies,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Darondo,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Lebanon Hanover,
Television,
Deepchord,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.