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 Botswana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Selecter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grandmaster Flash,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Vogues,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pylon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Magma,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
CMW,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Isaac Hayes,
The New Christs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Joy Division,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Pet Shop Boys,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.