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 South Sudan and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Half Japanese to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Scratch Acid,
Visage,
Neil Young,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Main Source,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul II Soul,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Lower 48,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Depeche Mode,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Avey Tare,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Panda Bear,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
LL Cool J,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Bob Dylan,
Soft Cell,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Thompson Twins,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Boz Scaggs,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.