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 Bolivia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Man Parrish to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
ABC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The New Christs,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Talk Talk,
Carl Craig,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
Eric Copeland,
The Busters,
Alice Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Neu!,
Ohio Players,
Harmonia,
Fluxion,
Minny Pops,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Birthday Party,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Deadbeat,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.