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 Russia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Franke to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Neu!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Flash Fearless,
Kurtis Blow,
Sugar Minott,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Panda Bear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Model 500,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
Marine Girls,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
The Velvet Underground,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Gang Green,
The Five Americans,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Depeche Mode,
Main Source,
Black Moon,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.