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 Netherlands and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Desert Stars,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
The Remains,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oblivians,
Junior Murvin,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Khruangbin,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Ultravox,
Dennis Brown,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cure,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
Clear Light,
Grey Daturas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Kool Moe Dee,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Isaac Hayes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.