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 Micronesia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Trumans Water to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Mars,
Brick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
The Slackers,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Magma,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stetsasonic,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Technova,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
China Crisis,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jawbox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
X-101,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Marvin Gaye,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
Max Romeo,
The Cure,
Public Enemy,
Tom Boy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gun Club,
Visage,
Underground Resistance,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.