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 Indonesia and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Altered Images,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
The Star Department,
Crooked Eye,
Pantaleimon,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
Intrusion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
The Modern Lovers,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
La Düsseldorf,
Y Pants,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.