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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Minnie Riperton to the punk 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
The Move,
Yaz,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Flag,
Subhumans,
Connie Case,
Whodini,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Duran Duran,
Davy DMX,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kayak,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Womack,
Wasted Youth,
the Germs,
X-101,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jandek,
Erasure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
The Tremeloes,
Prince Buster,
John Lydon,
the Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Drive Like Jehu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Babytalk,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.