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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
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 spring reverb 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 Slick Rick to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Albert Ayler,
Howard Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cluster,
Audionom,
The Moleskins,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Massinfluence,
Isaac Hayes,
Organ,
Hot Snakes,
Jandek,
Agent Orange,
Suburban Knight,
the Association,
Skaos,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Skatalites,
Sound Behaviour,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Martian,
The Red Krayola,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.