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 Indonesia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Jeff Mills to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Fat Boys,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Kinks,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
ABC,
Symarip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Glambeats Corp.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick Morgan,
Alison Limerick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visage,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Motorama,
Public Enemy,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Radiohead,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Theoretical Girls,
UT,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
Susan Cadogan,
X-101,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.