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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 DJ Sneak to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Accadde A,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
The Blackbyrds,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dirtbombs,
Marmalade,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Gap Band,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Skaos,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Country Teasers,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yellowson,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.