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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Donald Byrd to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Vogues,
Animal Collective,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Tomorrow,
John Cale,
Maurizio,
Ituana,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fuzztones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mission of Burma,
Mars,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
Das Ding,
EPMD,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Trumans Water,
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Moon,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
The Invisible,
Wasted Youth,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.