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 Uzbekistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 This Heat 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Bourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brass Construction,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Sam Rivers,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Jacques Brel,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Q65,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rosa Yemen,
Toni Rubio,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Don Cherry,
The Shadows of Knight,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Thompson Twins,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lindisfarne,
This Heat,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.