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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Brass Construction to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mark Hollis,
Sam Rivers,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
The Kinks,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
The Vogues,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pussy Galore,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
John Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang Green,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Davy DMX,
Fatback Band,
Mad Mike,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
EPMD,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.