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 Brazil and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dead C to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
John Foxx,
Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Zapp,
48th St. Collective,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pop Group,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
Mars,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Danielle Patucci,
Sam Rivers,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric Copeland,
Josef K,
Barrington Levy,
Niagra,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aaron Thompson,
Graham Central Station,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
the Slits,
Pylon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Halsall,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.