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 Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Lakeside to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Alison Limerick,
Graham Central Station,
John Holt,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funky Four + One,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Godley & Creme,
Archie Shepp,
Interpol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Modern Lovers,
Rapeman,
Heaven 17,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Easy Going,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Inner City,
Warsaw,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.