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 Burkina and from Seoul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Real Kids to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
The Alarm Clocks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Second Layer,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Roy Ayers,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Accadde A,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
CMW,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Can,
The Wake,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
Sparks,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jawbox,
Robert Görl,
Barclay James Harvest,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Man Parrish,
the Bar-Kays,
Janne Schatter,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.