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 Bahrain and from London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rekid to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
Kurtis Blow,
Godley & Creme,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scrapy,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sarah Menescal,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
The Invisible,
OOIOO,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
John Holt,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Bill Near,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Silicon Teens,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Five Americans,
The Human League,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
Alphaville,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Gang Starr,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.