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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 La Düsseldorf to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
June Days,
The Human League,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
Lucky Dragons,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Supertramp,
Barry Ungar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pole,
Eli Mardock,
Ultimate Spinach,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Average White Band,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
Slick Rick,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Doobie Brothers,
Maurizio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Y Pants,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sarah Menescal,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.