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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Unwound,
Althea and Donna,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Smog,
Mad Mike,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Yazoo,
Isaac Hayes,
Camouflage,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rosa Yemen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Star Department,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Young Rascals,
The Monks,
Anthony Braxton,
Public Enemy,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Main Source,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Pole,
Mark Hollis,
Terry Callier,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.