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 Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Babytalk to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Scrapy,
X-102,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
David Axelrod,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The J.B.'s,
Ludus,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Scan 7,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Crime,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Stiv Bators,
Roxette,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Little Man,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
The Blackbyrds,
Lucky Dragons,
Pantaleimon,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.