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 Chile and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Minnie Riperton,
Eddi Front,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fela Kuti,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
Tom Boy,
Gang Starr,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
The Cramps,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Pole,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minutemen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
The Offenders,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.