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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
H. Thieme,
Mad Mike,
Metal Thangz,
Gang Green,
KRS-One,
Brick,
the Swans,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
Charles Mingus,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Bill Wells,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Barry Ungar,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
a-ha,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
Cymande,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
D'Angelo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.