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 Poland and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Pierre Henry,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
CMW,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Y Pants,
Ralphi Rosario,
UT,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rekid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
Marine Girls,
The Dead C,
Girls At Our Best!,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Bill Wells,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Loose Ends,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.