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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Sparks to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Anakelly,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Index,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Hoover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Japan,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Blossom Toes,
Carl Craig,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Youth Brigade,
Mo-Dettes,
Bauhaus,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.