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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the rock 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Mission of Burma,
The Tremeloes,
DNA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bronski Beat,
Alphaville,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
10cc,
Thompson Twins,
Minor Threat,
the Association,
Boredoms,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Gang Starr,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
The Skatalites,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fatback Band,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Niagra,
Sällskapet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
The Vogues,
Lindisfarne,
Urselle,
Fela Kuti,
Judy Mowatt,
Piero Umiliani,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
David McCallum,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.