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 China and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Cure,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultra Naté,
Delon & Dalcan,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Swell Maps,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
The Standells,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
X-101,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Peter & Gordon,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis,
The Toasters,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Trumans Water,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
Skarface,
Agitation Free,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Smog,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Dead C,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.