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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the electroclash 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Stooges,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Black Bananas,
Harry Pussy,
Kaleidoscope,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Technova,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Inner City,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
New Order,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Cal Tjader,
Von Mondo,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.