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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Danielle Patucci,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Bill Wells,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Index,
The Five Americans,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Intrusion,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marvin Gaye,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Lightning Bolt,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.