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 Romania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ludus,
Charles Mingus,
Dual Sessions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Stereo Dub,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ice-T,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Little Man,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks,
Echospace,
Hasil Adkins,
The J.B.'s,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Danielle Patucci,
Mission of Burma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.