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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Juan Atkins to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Marine Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
The Associates,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
UT,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Pylon,
Josef K,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Frankie Knuckles,
Banda Bassotti,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Iggy Pop,
Fatback Band,
Cybotron,
Cal Tjader,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
In Retrospect,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.