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 Spain and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the jazz 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
The Cure,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terry Callier,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Offenders,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Marc Almond,
John Foxx,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Junior Murvin,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Index,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Grey Daturas,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June of 44,
The Shadows of Knight,
Don Cherry,
Make Up,
Jeru the Damaja,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brick,
Byron Stingily,
Donald Byrd,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.