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 Lesotho 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Altered Images,
Kurtis Blow,
The Buckinghams,
Icehouse,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Jerry's Kids,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Clear Light,
Bush Tetras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moleskins,
Scratch Acid,
Scott Walker,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Jimmy McGriff,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
Alton Ellis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Ludus,
The Tremeloes,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Eden Ahbez,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
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.