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 South Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the electroclash 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Archie Shepp,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Dave Gahan,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Severed Heads,
The Mojo Men,
Lakeside,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Chris & Cosey,
Davy DMX,
Dennis Brown,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Erykah Badu,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Techniques,
Magma,
The Pop Group,
One Last Wish,
Wolf Eyes,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Vainqueur,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Rapeman,
The Toasters,
Von Mondo,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
MDC,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scientists,
Bang On A Can,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.