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 Austria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Yellowson to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
The Music Machine,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fat Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
Lebanon Hanover,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Gang of Four,
Intrusion,
Tears for Fears,
Harmonia,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Bowie,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Wings,
Ten City,
U.S. Maple,
Wolf Eyes,
Youth Brigade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Move,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Animal Collective,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.