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 Bulgaria and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
Darondo,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
H. Thieme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
the Normal,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
Soul II Soul,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Dolphy,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
James White and The Blacks,
Simply Red,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
The Moleskins,
The Doors,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Franke,
Oneida,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.