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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Massinfluence,
Circle Jerks,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
Das Ding,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
Michelle Simonal,
ABC,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alison Limerick,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
X-101,
Harry Pussy,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Associates,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Metal Thangz,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Khruangbin,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.