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 Tuvalu and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the grime 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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Flamin' Groovies,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Piero Umiliani,
Grey Daturas,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronan,
Josef K,
X-101,
Jawbox,
The Pop Group,
Faust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dawn Penn,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Television Personalities,
Roger Hodgson,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.