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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things,
Tim Buckley,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glenn Branca,
This Heat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Sun City Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Excepter,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Severed Heads,
DJ Style,
Alton Ellis,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Graham Central Station,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.