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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Shuggie Otis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Radiohead,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Joy Division,
Boz Scaggs,
Terry Callier,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
The Raincoats,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Interpol,
Animal Collective,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Trumans Water,
Tim Buckley,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Technova,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wally Richardson,
Bush Tetras,
Wire,
Kas Product,
New Order,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
The Gun Club,
Q and Not U,
The Star Department,
Lalann,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Procol Harum,
Lower 48,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Funkadelic,
Colin Newman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.