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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 sitar 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 the Normal to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Dennis Brown,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
The Index,
Deadbeat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Robert Hood,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Susan Cadogan,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Visage,
Robert Görl,
The Misunderstood,
Groovy Waters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.