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 Taiwan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gichy Dan,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grauzone,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Swans,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
Desert Stars,
Barry Ungar,
Sixth Finger,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks,
Hashim,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
The Human League,
Malaria!,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.