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 Colombia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Fugazi to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Althea and Donna,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
Vladislav Delay,
Q65,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
Malaria!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
DJ Sneak,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Associates,
Animal Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Audionom,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Janne Schatter,
The Divine Comedy,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.