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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deakin to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Hasil Adkins,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Suicide,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Soulsonic Force,
Second Layer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
Deepchord,
Basic Channel,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Heaven 17,
Robert Wyatt,
H. Thieme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Sugar Minott,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Negative Approach,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
James White and The Blacks,
Loose Ends,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Gastr Del Sol,
Interpol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
One Last Wish,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.