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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Junior Murvin,
Joyce Sims,
Y Pants,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Warsaw,
Sonic Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Eve St. Jones,
Sight & Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Supertramp,
Yellowson,
Slave,
Wire,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marmalade,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Fugazi,
Los Fastidios,
Neu!,
Bang On A Can,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Outsiders,
Kerri Chandler,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Animal Collective,
June Days,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Pantaleimon,
The Gories,
The Wake,
The Sound,
The Index,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Pagans,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.