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 Rwanda and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rosa Yemen,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Mars,
Robert Hood,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Evens,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Skatalites,
The Last Poets,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Skriet,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Marine Girls,
Eve St. Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
David Bowie,
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
Dark Day,
Eurythmics,
The Saints,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Pierre Henry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gap Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.