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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Terry Callier,
The New Christs,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Clear Light,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
Derrick Morgan,
the Association,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
Josef K,
Crash Course in Science,
Whodini,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
UT,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
The Litter,
Slave,
Unwound,
Bush Tetras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.