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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Avey Tare,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Basic Channel,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Ituana,
Excepter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Arthur Verocai,
Warren Ellis,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boredoms,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Saccharine Trust,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Patti Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Shoche,
Bootsy Collins,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Supertramp,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.