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 St Lucia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Alison Limerick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Average White Band,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
Can,
Kas Product,
Glambeats Corp.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Barclay James Harvest,
Prince Buster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Joe Smooth,
Moby Grape,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
JFA,
Bill Wells,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roxette,
Chris Corsano,
Monolake,
Pagans,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
Jeff Lynne,
Grauzone,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
Sonic Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Bob Dylan,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Delta 5,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.