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 Gambia 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
The Gories,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wire,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Sixth Finger,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Remains,
Half Japanese,
Warsaw,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Colin Newman,
The Fugs,
The Names,
Cameo,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.