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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
The United States of America,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends,
Heaven 17,
JFA,
Amazonics,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Danielle Patucci,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Hardrive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott Heron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Normal,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
Bill Wells,
Buzzcocks,
Isaac Hayes,
Blossom Toes,
Absolute Body Control,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Sarah Menescal,
Reuben Wilson,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Lalann,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.