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 United Kingdom and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Television Personalities,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Rekid,
Visage,
Iggy Pop,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.