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 Tajikistan and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Connie Case to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Man Parrish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lucky Dragons,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Maleditus Sound,
Livin' Joy,
Circle Jerks,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
Agent Orange,
Liliput,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
Stiv Bators,
Piero Umiliani,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
The Moody Blues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hardrive,
The Wake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
Steve Hackett,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Birthday Party,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Skatalites,
Talk Talk,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.