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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Minor Threat 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quando Quango,
The Wake,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sugar Minott,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Parry Music,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tres Demented,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Radiohead,
JFA,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Soft Machine,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
The Durutti Column,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mummies,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
Aaron Thompson,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.