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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Animal Collective,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Tom Boy,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick May,
The Raincoats,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Whodini,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Negative Approach,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
48th St. Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
The Count Five,
The Invisible,
Au Pairs,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.