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 Micronesia and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 The Grass Roots to the techno 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Stiv Bators,
Delta 5,
Monks,
Theoretical Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crime,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blossom Toes,
Supertramp,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Interpol,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Drexciya,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
the Bar-Kays,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
D'Angelo,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.