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 Finland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rock 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alison Limerick,
Franke,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Suicide,
10cc,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Goldenarms,
L. Decosne,
Main Source,
The Cure,
Tears for Fears,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Busters,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Radio Birdman,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.