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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
AZ,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cameo,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
K-Klass,
Rapeman,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Al Stewart,
Joey Negro,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Black Moon,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Cluster,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.