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 Algeria and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Crooked Eye to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nils Olav,
Morten Harket,
Ornette Coleman,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Nik Kershaw,
Roger Hodgson,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
The Neon Judgement,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swans,
June of 44,
Can,
Tom Boy,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Magma,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
KRS-One,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Jerry's Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.