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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Sparks,
Rod Modell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
Lakeside,
Arcadia,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Womack,
Zero Boys,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Inner City,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joensuu 1685,
Deadbeat,
Half Japanese,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Y Pants,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
The Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.