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 Nicaragua and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Interpol,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Kas Product,
Bush Tetras,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
China Crisis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Michelle Simonal,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Toni Rubio,
Isaac Hayes,
Lucky Dragons,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Section 25,
Wire,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.