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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Faust to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Scratch Acid,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Lalann,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
The Monks,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Patti Smith,
The Pretty Things,
Young Marble Giants,
Organ,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Donald Byrd,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Easy Going,
Trumans Water,
These Immortal Souls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scan 7,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Steve Hackett,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.