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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Robert Hood to the dance 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Buzzcocks,
Iggy Pop,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Foxx,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
Eric Copeland,
The Fall,
Don Cherry,
Groovy Waters,
June of 44,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
8 Eyed Spy,
Interpol,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
John Lydon,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Intrusion,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
This Heat,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Terry,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
E-Dancer,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Ituana,
Grey Daturas,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.