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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Drive Like Jehu to the grime 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Terry Callier,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Count Five,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Moss Icon,
The Young Rascals,
Roxette,
Depeche Mode,
Ituana,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
Lindisfarne,
Clear Light,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
Radio Birdman,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erasure,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.