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 Morocco and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bluetip,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Womack,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Man Parrish,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Blake Baxter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Scan 7,
The Stooges,
Sam Rivers,
Lalann,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Quadrant,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Connie Case,
Bill Wells,
Vainqueur,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
The Velvet Underground,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
Lakeside,
The Fall,
Andrew Hill,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Barrington Levy,
Jeff Mills,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.