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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 48th St. Collective 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Section 25,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Freddie Wadling,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
Sight & Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Eddi Front,
Tubeway Army,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Pus,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Das Ding,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
R.M.O.,
Faraquet,
Panda Bear,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Al Stewart,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spandau Ballet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visage,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
The Black Dice,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.