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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 Negative Approach to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
Cal Tjader,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zapp,
Qualms,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
LL Cool J,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Carl Craig,
Cybotron,
48th St. Collective,
Mad Mike,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.