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 Indonesia and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Sneak to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Bootsy Collins,
Cheater Slicks,
Sight & Sound,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick May,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Rod Modell,
Radiohead,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
Ultravox,
LL Cool J,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
Ten City,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
The Seeds,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Absolute Body Control,
Oblivians,
The Blackbyrds,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Dual Sessions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jacob Miller,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.