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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Associates to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Procol Harum,
Minnie Riperton,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mummies,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Silicon Teens,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Red Krayola,
Cameo,
The Slackers,
The Skatalites,
Main Source,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Mr. Review,
Ken Boothe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
DNA,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Index,
Lungfish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
Eve St. Jones,
The Techniques,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music,
Althea and Donna,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.