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 Argentina and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Wake,
Minnie Riperton,
48th St. Collective,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sight & Sound,
Cluster,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quadrant,
Arthur Verocai,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Symarip,
Audionom,
Black Bananas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Barbara Tucker,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Outsiders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.