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 South Sudan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the dance 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gun Club,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Sneak,
The Durutti Column,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Wolf Eyes,
Reagan Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Index,
The Motions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Whodini,
Masters at Work,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Anakelly,
Pole,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Jandek,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.