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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Barbara Tucker,
DNA,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Scan 7,
Newcleus,
Mars,
The Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Juan Atkins,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The Dirtbombs,
Rites of Spring,
Excepter,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Subhumans,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.