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 Dominican Republic and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Smog,
The New Christs,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Von Mondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scott Walker,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Joy Division,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
The Barracudas,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
Massinfluence,
Marine Girls,
Kerri Chandler,
Tears for Fears,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
Soul II Soul,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
Bobby Byrd,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fortunes,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
Joe Finger,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.