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 Peru and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 synthesizer 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 Cybotron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
In Retrospect,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Agitation Free,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
Slave,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Easy Going,
The Doors,
Wire,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yellowson,
Scratch Acid,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Rites of Spring,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Pus,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Sonics,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vainqueur,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.