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 Slovakia and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Royal Trux to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Junior Murvin,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Lakeside,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Theoretical Girls,
Donald Byrd,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eli Mardock,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
Whodini,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
Moss Icon,
Roger Hodgson,
Agitation Free,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.