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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 The Beau Brummels 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Moby Grape,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Slits,
Average White Band,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Bananas,
Black Moon,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Spoonie Gee,
Reuben Wilson,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Cheater Slicks,
Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Graham Central Station,
Roger Hodgson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suicide,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Shuggie Otis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
These Immortal Souls,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio,
Lightning Bolt,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.