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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Franke 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Pulsallama,
Arab on Radar,
Deepchord,
Marvin Gaye,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Basic Channel,
Grey Daturas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Clear Light,
Jimmy McGriff,
kango's stein massive,
The Toasters,
Radio Birdman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cybotron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Khruangbin,
Heaven 17,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
Jawbox,
Sound Behaviour,
Sandy B,
Q and Not U,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
The Litter,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.