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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The J.B.'s to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Gichy Dan,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Bill Wells,
Inner City,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Roxette,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Severed Heads,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
The Durutti Column,
The Barracudas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang On A Can,
Scratch Acid,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Blossom Toes,
Alison Limerick,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Mark Hollis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Pylon,
June Days,
Flipper,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
the Normal,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.