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 Malaysia 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Heaven 17,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Unwound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Alison Limerick,
Scan 7,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New Order,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
Franke,
Deadbeat,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Bad Manners,
Crime,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
The Zeros,
Amazonics,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
10cc,
Pierre Henry,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
U.S. Maple,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Newcleus,
Infiniti,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.