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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Michael McDonald 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 Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maurizio,
The Gladiators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Patti Smith,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Thompson Twins,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deepchord,
Alice Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mo-Dettes,
Babytalk,
Ponytail,
Erasure,
Schoolly D,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.