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 Grenada and from Lagos.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Porter Ricks to the jazz 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Grauzone,
Bobby Byrd,
Bill Near,
The Blues Magoos,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Agitation Free,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
PIL,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Robert Wyatt,
Angry Samoans,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
UT,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
The Gories,
Index,
Skriet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unwound,
Albert Ayler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Motorama,
Derrick May,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Selecter,
Audionom,
Masters at Work,
The Neon Judgement,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Age Steppers,
X-102,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sarah Menescal,
Eurythmics,
Metal Thangz,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.