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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the rap 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Tres Demented,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Slits,
The Five Americans,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
The Wake,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Blossom Toes,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Jeff Lynne,
Cheater Slicks,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.