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 Germany and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
The Motions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Dead C,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
June of 44,
Von Mondo,
The Slits,
Q and Not U,
Wasted Youth,
Al Stewart,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
Quando Quango,
Alison Limerick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Rites of Spring,
Man Eating Sloth,
Andrew Hill,
Roxette,
Chrome,
Black Pus,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Khruangbin,
Pole,
Lightning Bolt,
Moby Grape,
The Searchers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.