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 Ghana and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Arab on Radar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
The Shadows of Knight,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Star Department,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Evens,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Scion,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Carl Craig,
The Dirtbombs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
ABBA,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wire,
Ituana,
John Holt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Lower 48,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Desert Stars,
Ossler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.