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 Gabon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Warren Ellis to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
The Selecter,
David Bowie,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
LL Cool J,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip,
Ituana,
Rekid,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Reagan Youth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Barrington Levy,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Marc Almond,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.