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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yellowson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
Ultravox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aural Exciters,
The Fugs,
Smog,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Amazonics,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Moleskins,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pole,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Radio Birdman,
Grey Daturas,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Nico,
Joy Division,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Dolphy,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.