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 Argentina and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the funk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Neu!,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Silicon Teens,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
Jacques Brel,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Oblivians,
The Dead C,
Skaos,
Lightning Bolt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pylon,
Soulsonic Force,
Alphaville,
Section 25,
The Blackbyrds,
Fear,
The Monks,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Public Enemy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
Absolute Body Control,
The Durutti Column,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Avey Tare,
The Trojans,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Cheater Slicks,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Machine,
Deepchord,
FM Einheit,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Reuben Wilson,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.