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 Moldova 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tres Demented,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Los Fastidios,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Mandrill,
DNA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Harry Pussy,
Eden Ahbez,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Moby Grape,
Wally Richardson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
Morten Harket,
Nico,
Excepter,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.