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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Names,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Arcadia,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Cameo,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Knickerbockers,
Colin Newman,
the Swans,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Brick,
Hashim,
Youth Brigade,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Aural Exciters,
L. Decosne,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.