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 Philippines and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Alton Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Duran Duran,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deepchord,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang On A Can,
Gerry Rafferty,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
Tom Boy,
Ohio Players,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
The Trojans,
The Beau Brummels,
Ronnie Foster,
Scratch Acid,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Clarke,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.