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 Latvia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 The Skatalites to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tears for Fears,
The Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Thompson Twins,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-101,
This Heat,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Symarip,
Scratch Acid,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
The Five Americans,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oneida,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rites of Spring,
The Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Pantytec,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
Parry Music,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.