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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Motions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
MC5,
Sparks,
Public Enemy,
The Raincoats,
The Vogues,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Derrick May,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Lungfish,
Lakeside,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
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.