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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Skriet to the grime 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
Sam Rivers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
X-Ray Spex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scientists,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Gong,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.