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 Niger and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the crunk 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kaleidoscope,
Masters at Work,
Yellowson,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Jandek,
Sparks,
The Gun Club,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Bill Wells,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
The Motions,
Aaron Thompson,
Dawn Penn,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Sugar Minott,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacques Brel,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Index,
Amazonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Altered Images,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Pantytec,
Pierre Henry,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.