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 Israel and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba 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 Offenders to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Infiniti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bush Tetras,
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
The Cure,
Aswad,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Howard Jones,
Ken Boothe,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
Ronan,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Faust,
Tubeway Army,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vainqueur,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Blancmange,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ten City,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.