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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 Holger Czukay 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 The Mummies to the funk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Drexciya,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
cv313,
Second Layer,
Pantaleimon,
Black Sheep,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doors,
AZ,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Davy DMX,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Liliput,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Cale,
Gong,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.