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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron 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 snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Niagra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
The Count Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Prince Buster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Vogues,
Zapp,
Dual Sessions,
T.S.O.L.,
Aswad,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Tears for Fears,
Ponytail,
Reagan Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
The Star Department,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Move,
The Golliwogs,
Ohio Players,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Archie Shepp,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
R.M.O.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.