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 Senegal and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The Real Kids to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
DNA,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Henry Cow,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Flesh Eaters,
Clear Light,
Nick Fraelich,
New Order,
Peter and Kerry,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
The Victims,
The Gories,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Bananas,
Jacques Brel,
Scrapy,
Nico,
X-101,
Mission of Burma,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
The Divine Comedy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Ultra Naté,
The Modern Lovers,
E-Dancer,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.