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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Talk Talk,
The Electric Prunes,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Al Stewart,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sonics,
Franke,
Chrome,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Infiniti,
Roxette,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blues Magoos,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Wells,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Slits,
Television Personalities,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.