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 Laos and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Searchers,
Rites of Spring,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
June Days,
Chrome,
Kerrie Biddell,
Underground Resistance,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
La Düsseldorf,
Pussy Galore,
Boogie Down Productions,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
Fela Kuti,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.