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 Somalia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Hood,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Monolake,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dark Day,
The Seeds,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Magma,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Residents,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Suicide,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.