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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Pulsallama,
Scientists,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Sun Ra,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Kayak,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Robert Görl,
Brick,
Half Japanese,
Peter and Kerry,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Harpers Bizarre,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Quadrant,
The Real Kids,
Sex Pistols,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Sun City Girls,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Chrome,
Joyce Sims,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Delon & Dalcan,
Althea and Donna,
Roxette,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.