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 the UAE and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Japan,
10cc,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Technova,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
the Germs,
Darondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Intrusion,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Harmonia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ohio Players,
Ken Boothe,
Flipper,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Basic Channel,
Q65,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.