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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
David Bowie,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Modern Lovers,
Bad Manners,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
X-102,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Rapeman,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soulsonic Force,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Hashim,
Anthony Braxton,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Archie Shepp,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
Nik Kershaw,
Urselle,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mantronix,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nas,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.