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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Moby Grape,
Sällskapet,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Quantec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Lower 48,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Barrington Levy,
Animal Collective,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cybotron,
Minor Threat,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Bauhaus,
Barclay James Harvest,
Royal Trux,
Whodini,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Amazonics,
Blake Baxter,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Joensuu 1685,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
The Skatalites,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Fugazi,
Warsaw,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slave,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.