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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-Ray Spex to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang Green,
Shoche,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Das Ding,
Zapp,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Flash Fearless,
The Velvet Underground,
Ituana,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Selecter,
Liliput,
The Angels of Light,
The Doobie Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Suburban Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.