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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Skriet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bauhaus,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alphaville,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Smiths,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Desert Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tears for Fears,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Lightning Bolt,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
This Heat,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Minutemen,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Wake,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.