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 Eritrea and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Siglo XX,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Ituana,
Chrome,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smiths,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
Index,
Cheater Slicks,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Model 500,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
The Red Krayola,
Chris Corsano,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
a-ha,
Excepter,
The Index,
The American Breed,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Quadrant,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.