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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Warren Ellis 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gap Band,
The Wake,
Wolf Eyes,
Sound Behaviour,
Zapp,
Masters at Work,
The Leaves,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
Marmalade,
U.S. Maple,
Chrome,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Donald Byrd,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
The Cowsills,
Television,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
The Doobie Brothers,
Animal Collective,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Style,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Eurythmics,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Soft Machine,
The United States of America,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dennis Brown,
48th St. Collective,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Darondo,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Slits,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.