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 Mexico 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Faraquet to the punk 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
Inner City,
Quantec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fear,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Morten Harket,
CMW,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Faust,
Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak,
The Litter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Rod Modell,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drexciya,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Donald Byrd,
Marine Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.