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 Grenada and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Radio Birdman to the electroclash 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Eurythmics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Matthew Bourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Star Department,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eden Ahbez,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Soft Machine,
Little Man,
X-102,
the Association,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Buzzcocks,
Faraquet,
Arthur Verocai,
Television Personalities,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.