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 Namibia 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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?
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Jacques Brel,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
T. Rex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Maleditus Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Babytalk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Monolake,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
The Moleskins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.