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 Lesotho and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Smooth to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
The Moleskins,
The Five Americans,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camouflage,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Scan 7,
MDC,
Babytalk,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Niagra,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
Graham Central Station,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Icehouse,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
CMW,
Skaos,
Wire,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gladiators,
Godley & Creme,
The Pretty Things,
The Gap Band,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.