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 Honduras and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the disco 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Juan Atkins,
Model 500,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
The Seeds,
Loose Ends,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
Warsaw,
Panda Bear,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Shadows of Knight,
Magma,
Scientists,
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
The Trojans,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
48th St. Collective,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.