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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Lindisfarne,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
The Barracudas,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
The Buckinghams,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Rapeman,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gladiators,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Banda Bassotti,
Wasted Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Bootsy Collins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Lynne,
Joyce Sims,
Newcleus,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.