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 Fiji and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deadbeat,
Nik Kershaw,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Marc Almond,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Angels of Light,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Franke,
Nirvana,
Fear,
Marine Girls,
World's Most,
Lalann,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brand Nubian,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Grey Daturas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Count Five,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.