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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Barry Ungar to the rap 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Panda Bear,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick Morgan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Simply Red,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Accadde A,
Qualms,
Bill Wells,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
Pylon,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Eurythmics,
Niagra,
Dave Gahan,
Dennis Brown,
The Gun Club,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Amon Düül,
R.M.O.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Holt,
Sam Rivers,
Colin Newman,
The Five Americans,
DJ Style,
The Doobie Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.