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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Eddi Front,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Surgeon,
Andrew Hill,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Warsaw,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roy Ayers,
Skarface,
The Motions,
Organ,
Bad Manners,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.