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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Subhumans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
10cc,
Ituana,
Bobby Sherman,
Amon Düül II,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Monks,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Radio Birdman,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.