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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Fear,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Cal Tjader,
Sister Nancy,
The Blues Magoos,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pretty Things,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lower 48,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Porter Ricks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
KRS-One,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Rites of Spring,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Don Cherry,
Archie Shepp,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Erasure,
Jawbox,
Bobby Womack,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.