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 Guinea-Bissau and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fall,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Barry Ungar,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Tommy Roe,
Quando Quango,
The Last Poets,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Franke,
Kaleidoscope,
The Evens,
Rod Modell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slackers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lightning Bolt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
Alison Limerick,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Harry Pussy,
Archie Shepp,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joey Negro,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
Morten Harket,
Derrick May,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.