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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the grunge 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Harmonia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fatback Band,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
H. Thieme,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Jeff Lynne,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Scientists,
The Move,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
D'Angelo,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Tears for Fears,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gun Club,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.