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 Sudan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Kool Moe Dee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Urselle,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Cecil Taylor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Scratch Acid,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.