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 Nigeria and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Japan,
Quantec,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doors,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Glambeats Corp.,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lalo Schifrin,
8 Eyed Spy,
Arthur Verocai,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cramps,
New York Dolls,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Urselle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Robert Görl,
Thompson Twins,
The Doobie Brothers,
June Days,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Searchers,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.