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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the jazz 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
World's Most,
Monolake,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Loose Ends,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cymande,
Dual Sessions,
Sällskapet,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Porter Ricks,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds,
Pierre Henry,
Kerrie Biddell,
China Crisis,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soul II Soul,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.