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 Jordan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
June of 44,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
R.M.O.,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
cv313,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Buckinghams,
Underground Resistance,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Wyatt,
The Stooges,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Eden Ahbez,
In Retrospect,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sam Rivers,
Jeff Mills,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
E-Dancer,
Flipper,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Khruangbin,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
The Electric Prunes,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Magma,
Howard Jones,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.