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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Q65,
Arthur Verocai,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oneida,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pantaleimon,
Aloha Tigers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
OOIOO,
Joy Division,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
Gastr Del Sol,
Josef K,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
The Fortunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Fugazi,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barry Ungar,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marmalade,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.