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 Algeria and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
Yusef Lateef,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Offenders,
The Divine Comedy,
The Kinks,
Agent Orange,
Donald Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Tears for Fears,
Cluster,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Grass Roots,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Jawbox,
Mandrill,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Stooges,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.