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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Stereo Dub,
Kool Moe Dee,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
The Gladiators,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiohead,
These Immortal Souls,
Panda Bear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Pierre Henry,
John Lydon,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
Warsaw,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Walker Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Barbara Tucker,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Lungfish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nico,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.