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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
The Real Kids,
Japan,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Fad Gadget,
Panda Bear,
The Slackers,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Nik Kershaw,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Bootsy Collins,
the Human League,
Blake Baxter,
Darondo,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ituana,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Slits,
Fluxion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
Can,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
FM Einheit,
Barry Ungar,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Bang On A Can,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
John Holt,
Nas,
Kenny Larkin,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.