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 Jordan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bush Tetras to the rock 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Half Japanese,
Howard Jones,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
James White and The Blacks,
Hasil Adkins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Tim Buckley,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Quantec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zapp,
Dave Gahan,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Japan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
EPMD,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.