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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Main Source to the crunk 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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drexciya,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Cell,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
JFA,
Connie Case,
John Holt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Schoolly D,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eli Mardock,
Average White Band,
The Grass Roots,
Lalann,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
Radio Birdman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeff Mills,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.