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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Brass Construction to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
EPMD,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Derrick May,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Television,
Bush Tetras,
The Searchers,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
The Last Poets,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
The Human League,
Smog,
Echospace,
The Seeds,
Andrew Hill,
Freddie Wadling,
Unwound,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.