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 Armenia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Zeros,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Dark Day,
Technova,
Carl Craig,
Animal Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
Pere Ubu,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Easy Going,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Franke,
The Selecter,
Lyres,
Althea and Donna,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
Trumans Water,
The Dirtbombs,
Aswad,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
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.