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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Quantec,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ituana,
Tubeway Army,
the Slits,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Soul Sonic Force,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Morten Harket,
Vladislav Delay,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Kurtis Blow,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeru the Damaja,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arab on Radar,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Fugazi,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.