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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Kurtis Blow,
Lower 48,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soft Cell,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
David Axelrod,
Radio Birdman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
The Vogues,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
June Days,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
The United States of America,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.