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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 harpsichord 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 The Velvet Underground to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Delta 5,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül,
The J.B.'s,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Dead Boys,
Excepter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Aswad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Charles Mingus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siglo XX,
Roxette,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Doors,
The Associates,
Vladislav Delay,
Babytalk,
Iggy Pop,
Hardrive,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.