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 Cuba and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Second Layer,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Barracudas,
cv313,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Interpol,
Dark Day,
Babytalk,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Technova,
DJ Sneak,
Malaria!,
MDC,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
L. Decosne,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
La Düsseldorf,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Gap Band,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Buzzcocks,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Masters at Work,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Certain Ratio,
Metal Thangz,
The Star Department,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Magazine,
New York Dolls,
Donald Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.