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 El Salvador 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 The Pop Group to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Smog,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Associates,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Copeland,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
The Five Americans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Babytalk,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radiohead,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Girls At Our Best!,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
In Retrospect,
Sound Behaviour,
Faust,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Letta Mbulu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Quando Quango,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Busters,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.