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 Azerbaijan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Slave,
Talk Talk,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Deakin,
Inner City,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
Alphaville,
The Toasters,
Black Moon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Black Bananas,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brass Construction,
Alton Ellis,
Wire,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
DNA,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Hashim,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Dennis Brown,
Mars,
Crime,
Archie Shepp,
E-Dancer,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.