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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Last Poets,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Andrew Hill,
Television,
Nick Fraelich,
Absolute Body Control,
Scratch Acid,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
This Heat,
Mars,
Ice-T,
The Names,
Average White Band,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Franke,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Youth Brigade,
Public Enemy,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.