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 Colombia 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 Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sound Behaviour to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Howard Jones,
Q65,
Avey Tare,
Rotary Connection,
The Evens,
Oneida,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Arcadia,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
The Remains,
David McCallum,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
kango's stein massive,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Television,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
Angry Samoans,
The Golliwogs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Cheater Slicks,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Wasted Youth,
The Happenings,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Con Funk Shun,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.