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 Grenada and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Smiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
Royal Trux,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
The Young Rascals,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aswad,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Patti Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Altered Images,
Can,
Lungfish,
Jacob Miller,
Cybotron,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Dawn Penn,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Warsaw,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
Liliput,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Sugar Minott,
The Leaves,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.