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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Icehouse to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
Loose Ends,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Swans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fuzztones,
Jandek,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Moss Icon,
Ituana,
The Cowsills,
KRS-One,
Sonic Youth,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Idris Muhammad,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
Black Flag,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Joey Negro,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.