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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
Tim Buckley,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Litter,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Nick Fraelich,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
CMW,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Sound Behaviour,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Reuben Wilson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Adolescents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.