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 South Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tropical Tobacco to the dance 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cal Tjader,
Chrome,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wally Richardson,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kayak,
Bill Near,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
EPMD,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
Accadde A,
Agent Orange,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Fad Gadget,
Malaria!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
KRS-One,
Deepchord,
Blake Baxter,
New Age Steppers,
Maurizio,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Faust,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.