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 Thailand and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Mission of Burma 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
The Dirtbombs,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Popol Vuh,
Cameo,
Brick,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
Cluster,
Soulsonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
The Selecter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Joey Negro,
Main Source,
The Associates,
Shoche,
Sex Pistols,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
The Misunderstood,
Guru Guru,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.