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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Qualms to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Susan Cadogan,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Silicon Teens,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q and Not U,
The American Breed,
Funkadelic,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronnie Foster,
Minnie Riperton,
The Black Dice,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Tim Buckley,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lindisfarne,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
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.