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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Jeff Mills to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Motorama,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Los Fastidios,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Chrome,
10cc,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
DJ Sneak,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Yellowson,
Guru Guru,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jacob Miller,
June of 44,
Black Flag,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Pagans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Crime,
The Smoke,
Whodini,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sandy B,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Matthew Bourne,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.