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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters 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 rap 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Iggy Pop,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Youth Brigade,
New Age Steppers,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
The Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Brick,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
the Bar-Kays,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
Motorama,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.