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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
FM Einheit,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Prunes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Parry Music,
Japan,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Radiopuhelimet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gories,
Desert Stars,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blossom Toes,
H. Thieme,
Warren Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Dave Gahan,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Surgeon,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Negative Approach,
Con Funk Shun,
Hashim,
Skaos,
Brick,
Minor Threat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
A Certain Ratio,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.