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 Iceland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Fluxion to the dance 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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Moss Icon,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dead C,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
Symarip,
Camouflage,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Alton Ellis,
Moebius,
John Holt,
MDC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
Laurel Aitken,
the Swans,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Wally Richardson,
the Slits,
The Last Poets,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Visage,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.