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 Afghanistan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wire to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
MDC,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Groovy Waters,
Section 25,
The Standells,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Urselle,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
These Immortal Souls,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Byrd,
Man Parrish,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Trumans Water,
Minnie Riperton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Dual Sessions,
Flipper,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Move,
Neil Young,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.