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 Iceland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Dead Boys to the disco 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Technova,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Association,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
Porter Ricks,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masters at Work,
The Doors,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
The Happenings,
Jacob Miller,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
The Index,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Birthday Party,
8 Eyed Spy,
Juan Atkins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.