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 Equatorial Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delon & Dalcan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Silicon Teens,
Alice Coltrane,
Archie Shepp,
Hasil Adkins,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Masters at Work,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Cure,
Royal Trux,
Icehouse,
Unrelated Segments,
Youth Brigade,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maleditus Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Idris Muhammad,
Brand Nubian,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Sneak,
Radiohead,
Siglo XX,
Kas Product,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Porter Ricks,
Grey Daturas,
Nirvana,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Crooked Eye,
D'Angelo,
Yusef Lateef,
Ice-T,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.