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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Graham Central Station to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Fat Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
This Heat,
Nico,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
Chris Corsano,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
The Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Remains,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Fear,
Rekid,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Goldenarms,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Axelrod,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Avey Tare,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Absolute Body Control,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
The Star Department,
Erasure,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.