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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 John Lydon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
Freddie Wadling,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Funky Four + One,
Eli Mardock,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Deakin,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
Dennis Brown,
The Selecter,
Young Marble Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.