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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter and Kerry 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Skriet,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Index,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minutemen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Al Stewart,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Depeche Mode,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Lyres,
Echospace,
One Last Wish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
Siglo XX,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
The Residents,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.