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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Byron Stingily to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
Bang On A Can,
Easy Going,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Modern Lovers,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mars,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Absolute Body Control,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Boz Scaggs,
Circle Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Bronski Beat,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Main Source,
Malaria!,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lalann,
the Slits,
Hardrive,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.