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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Invisible to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
Monolake,
The Leaves,
Wire,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
David McCallum,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Last Poets,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Urselle,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Names,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.