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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Wire,
Derrick Morgan,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Schoolly D,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Black Bananas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thompson Twins,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Mad Mike,
JFA,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
Absolute Body Control,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Josef K,
The Beau Brummels,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.