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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Junior Murvin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Maurizio,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Aswad,
Bootsy Collins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Steve Hackett,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
The Toasters,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
Ultravox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cowsills,
the Slits,
Crime,
Reuben Wilson,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.