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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Fortunes,
Quadrant,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Main Source,
the Swans,
The Raincoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
The Litter,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Skaos,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Franke,
Max Romeo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Suburban Knight,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Bang On A Can,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.