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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick Morgan,
Magazine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Swell Maps,
Marine Girls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Barracudas,
The Tremeloes,
Althea and Donna,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nirvana,
UT,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Angels of Light,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Amazonics,
Organ,
Guru Guru,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rufus Thomas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.