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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
MDC,
The Residents,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sarah Menescal,
Charles Mingus,
Bluetip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aaron Thompson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
ABBA,
Scion,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rakim,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Derrick May,
UT,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.