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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Barrington Levy,
Can,
T. Rex,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
Crime,
The Last Poets,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Mark Hollis,
Absolute Body Control,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fluxion,
Monks,
Moebius,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Anakelly,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soulsonic Force,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Görl,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Minnie Riperton,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Fear,
Pantytec,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maleditus Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
John Lydon,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.