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 Bolivia and from Columbus.
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 Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Ultravox,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Monks,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Jawbox,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
PIL,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The Fortunes,
Pagans,
Bush Tetras,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
The Durutti Column,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Association,
Main Source,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Gladiators,
Michelle Simonal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Joy Division,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.