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 Slovakia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Danielle Patucci to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Starr,
Sandy B,
Sällskapet,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Letta Mbulu,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
David Bowie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Hardrive,
Can,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.