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 France and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Iggy Pop,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Pere Ubu,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
X-102,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Jacob Miller,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Oblivians,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
John Holt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Duran Duran,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Brick,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Sun City Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
Radiohead,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
Yusef Lateef,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.