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 Paraguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Scan 7,
Sun City Girls,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Red Krayola,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Finger,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
X-102,
Suicide,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
Unwound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Human League,
Gong,
DJ Style,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stereo Dub,
Moss Icon,
Fatback Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Althea and Donna,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bootsy Collins,
Warren Ellis,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.