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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Cymande,
Monks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stetsasonic,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
Motorama,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Josef K,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Barry Ungar,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Slick Rick,
Quando Quango,
Nation of Ulysses,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.