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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Stiv Bators to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Rapeman,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Moby Grape,
Gang Starr,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aswad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Half Japanese,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
FM Einheit,
Kurtis Blow,
Piero Umiliani,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Schoolly D,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Unrelated Segments,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
June Days,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.