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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 DNA to the rock 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Country Teasers,
T.S.O.L.,
Janne Schatter,
Niagra,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
The Moleskins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
the Bar-Kays,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Eddi Front,
Porter Ricks,
Bauhaus,
The Names,
Black Flag,
MC5,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Skatalites,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
Rosa Yemen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moby Grape,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Model 500,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.