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 Nauru and from Manila.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rod Modell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sex Pistols,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Todd Terry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill,
Alton Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
The Index,
Cal Tjader,
Sällskapet,
June of 44,
The Selecter,
Franke,
Make Up,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
The Sound,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nils Olav,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
A Certain Ratio,
Donny Hathaway,
Popol Vuh,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxette,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Swans,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.