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 Gabon and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
R.M.O.,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
X-101,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
Byron Stingily,
Sight & Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Gong,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Khruangbin,
Angry Samoans,
Siglo XX,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.