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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joe Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
ABC,
Joy Division,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Skatalites,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Ludus,
Neil Young,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Black Bananas,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Icehouse,
Ronan,
Ituana,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
Thompson Twins,
Ronnie Foster,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.