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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cowsills,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T. Rex,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Lynne,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Marc Almond,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
The Litter,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Qualms,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Toasters,
Zapp,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Marmalade,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
The Pretty Things,
Deakin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.