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 Uruguay and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Japan to the crunk 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Morten Harket,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
Sister Nancy,
D'Angelo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Japan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arcadia,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Patti Smith,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Gang Gang Dance,
Loose Ends,
Eden Ahbez,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Wings,
Yazoo,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
Nirvana,
PIL,
Toni Rubio,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
Glenn Branca,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scratch Acid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.