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 Cambodia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Quantec,
Deakin,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Camouflage,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Arcadia,
Alphaville,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Groovy Waters,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
The Grass Roots,
Infiniti,
Monks,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronan,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
X-101,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.