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 Bahamas and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Arthur Verocai,
Niagra,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grey Daturas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
the Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ituana,
X-102,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonic Youth,
LL Cool J,
Dead Boys,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
Simply Red,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Brick,
Roxy Music,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Gang Starr,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Eve St. Jones,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
Siglo XX,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.