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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fatback Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Scion,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Wings,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Toni Rubio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Smooth,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
The Techniques,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Sällskapet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
The Happenings,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.