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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barclay James Harvest to the crunk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Barclay James Harvest,
Niagra,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
a-ha,
Dave Gahan,
Jacob Miller,
The Trojans,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Outsiders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
Janne Schatter,
Pole,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Monks,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Arcadia,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
Jandek,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Das Ding,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
The Slits,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.