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 Colombia and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 guitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the rap 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
Howard Jones,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
Sister Nancy,
Sun Ra,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four,
Massinfluence,
Half Japanese,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
The Gladiators,
Cybotron,
Letta Mbulu,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
The Sound,
Eric Dolphy,
Scan 7,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Parrish,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Deadbeat,
Eden Ahbez,
Slave,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.