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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
a-ha,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Peter and Kerry,
Kayak,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Lynne,
Deakin,
Leonard Cohen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
E-Dancer,
Jeff Mills,
Procol Harum,
Toni Rubio,
The Associates,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Smoke,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Niagra,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
The Victims,
Camouflage,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.