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 Israel and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Khruangbin to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Technova,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Jacques Brel,
Spandau Ballet,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Model 500,
X-102,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
Clear Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
Slave,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
Agitation Free,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Unrelated Segments,
FM Einheit,
Can,
the Germs,
The Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Rakim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.