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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Victims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
UT,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
The Star Department,
The Slits,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Monolake,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
China Crisis,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eric Copeland,
The Tremeloes,
The Smiths,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Hoover,
The Golliwogs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deadbeat,
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.