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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Associates,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minny Pops,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lyres,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Grauzone,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monolake,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
The Black Dice,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.