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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Icehouse,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
The Doors,
The Human League,
CMW,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
Roxy Music,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
X-101,
The Mummies,
The Birthday Party,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Main Source,
Bluetip,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Alphaville,
The Walker Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Lungfish,
Rosa Yemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
UT,
Gang of Four,
Charles Mingus,
Fear,
Ronan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.