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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Delta 5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Nas,
Sällskapet,
Dark Day,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Last Poets,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gong,
Skaos,
Bobby Sherman,
Josef K,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
Cameo,
Zero Boys,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Marc Almond,
Sexual Harrassment,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Subhumans,
Organ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bobby Womack,
Althea and Donna,
Peter & Gordon,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.