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 Zambia and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anakelly,
Fatback Band,
Deakin,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
New Order,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
ABBA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scrapy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Swans,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Gang Green,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Camouflage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Kas Product,
Technova,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mojo Men,
Sonny Sharrock,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
K-Klass,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Pole,
Camberwell Now,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.