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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Jeff Mills to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erasure,
Index,
Wings,
The Busters,
Donald Byrd,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Unwound,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Sugar Minott,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Prince Buster,
Darondo,
Ultra Naté,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Arcadia,
The Victims,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Black Moon,
Wolf Eyes,
Absolute Body Control,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
MDC,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Pierre Henry,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Max Romeo,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.