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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joyce Sims to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Y Pants,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
The Divine Comedy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Goldenarms,
The Kinks,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
Minny Pops,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blossom Toes,
The Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Black Flag,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swans,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Average White Band,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.