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 Bolivia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mark Hollis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gap Band,
The Five Americans,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Slick Rick,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Howard Jones,
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nico,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arab on Radar,
Organ,
Fear,
Hashim,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Halsall,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Selecter,
Essential Logic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Symarip,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Erasure,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
The Residents,
The Gories,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.