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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Niagra to the funk 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Derrick May,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Danielle Patucci,
Rakim,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Vladislav Delay,
Mars,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arthur Verocai,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Sixth Finger,
Talk Talk,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
K-Klass,
The Red Krayola,
Fugazi,
Panda Bear,
The Mummies,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Massinfluence,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Agent Orange,
Cameo,
The Pretty Things,
Negative Approach,
Glenn Branca,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.