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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Parry Music,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
The Cramps,
the Sonics,
Grauzone,
Tomorrow,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Flash Fearless,
The Victims,
Boredoms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aloha Tigers,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
T. Rex,
Basic Channel,
Negative Approach,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.