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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Sixth Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Can,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
cv313,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Arcadia,
Visage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joy Division,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hot Snakes,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.