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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Scan 7 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Pretty Things,
Toni Rubio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Excepter,
The Martian,
Bronski Beat,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
John Lydon,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
X-101,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
The Selecter,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blossom Toes,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Depeche Mode,
Royal Trux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.