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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Drexciya to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
F. McDonald,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
The Saints,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Japan,
Bluetip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
David Bowie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Scan 7,
Schoolly D,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Junior Murvin,
Dennis Brown,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Suicide,
Urselle,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.