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 China and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Piero Umiliani to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
The United States of America,
The Searchers,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Fatback Band,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
Prince Buster,
Dennis Brown,
The Birthday Party,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
Excepter,
DJ Sneak,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
Cymande,
a-ha,
JFA,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Patti Smith,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
Gabor Szabo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.