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 Morocco and from Halifax.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Man Parrish to the punk 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Flag,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Danielle Patucci,
Slick Rick,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jandek,
Swans,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
10cc,
Roxette,
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rufus Thomas,
Groovy Waters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Bourne,
Fat Boys,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.