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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Japan,
The Moody Blues,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantaleimon,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Radiohead,
Accadde A,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
Sight & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Durutti Column,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Iggy Pop,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brass Construction,
Hoover,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pretty Things,
Black Moon,
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.