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 Mozambique and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Kerrie Biddell to the rap 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Mad Mike,
MDC,
Eric B and Rakim,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Arthur Verocai,
Theoretical Girls,
Average White Band,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Görl,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cramps,
Brass Construction,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brothers Johnson,
Wally Richardson,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cure,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.