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 Iran 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
Fat Boys,
Eurythmics,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quantec,
Neil Young,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Procol Harum,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
Minor Threat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Sisters of Mercy,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Lee Hazlewood,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Metal Thangz,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
David McCallum,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Colin Newman,
Marine Girls,
David Axelrod,
Ken Boothe,
Hashim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.