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 Zambia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
Fela Kuti,
Kayak,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pylon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
The Residents,
Harpers Bizarre,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
F. McDonald,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Pus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Public Enemy,
Cameo,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
Idris Muhammad,
Youth Brigade,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cecil Taylor,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Victims,
CMW,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.