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 Malawi and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Susan Cadogan to the rock 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Babytalk,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sun City Girls,
Fluxion,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Cameo,
Aswad,
Urselle,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
The Smiths,
The Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Copeland,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Normal,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
Scott Walker,
10cc,
X-Ray Spex,
Amazonics,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.