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 the UAE and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Henry Cow to the disco 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Scott Walker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Symarip,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Procol Harum,
the Slits,
Audionom,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
JFA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Names,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Lydon,
David Bowie,
The Stooges,
Eric Dolphy,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
T. Rex,
The New Christs,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.