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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Bang On A Can,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hashim,
K-Klass,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Görl,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
DNA,
The Index,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio,
Nirvana,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Joe Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.