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 Canada and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Negative Approach,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Bush Tetras,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Lindisfarne,
Danielle Patucci,
Alice Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Normal,
10cc,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bad Manners,
James White and The Blacks,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
JFA,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Lalann,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radio Birdman,
Agent Orange,
Spandau Ballet,
Morten Harket,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Terry,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Ludus,
Guru Guru,
Black Moon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.