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 Estonia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Audionom,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mars,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flipper,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gichy Dan,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
the Normal,
Magma,
Severed Heads,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
The Searchers,
Franke,
Infiniti,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unwound,
Lalann,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Radiohead,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
The Skatalites,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.