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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tres Demented to the jazz 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin 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 marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
The Blues Magoos,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joyce Sims,
Tim Buckley,
The Fortunes,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
8 Eyed Spy,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
Lungfish,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Bar-Kays,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Trumans Water,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.