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 Vanuatu and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Dark Day to the disco 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Davy DMX,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Unrelated Segments,
Grey Daturas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pole,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Charles Mingus,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Gichy Dan,
Mars,
Ultra Naté,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yaz,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter and Kerry,
Television,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Q65,
Con Funk Shun,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.