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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Deadbeat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
R.M.O.,
Ronnie Foster,
Maleditus Sound,
Bad Manners,
The Residents,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
Niagra,
Flipper,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Electric Prunes,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
John Cale,
Moby Grape,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Section 25,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monochrome Set,
Fear,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Can,
Joensuu 1685,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.