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 Pakistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the rap 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Audionom,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Minutemen,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Davy DMX,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.