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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
Tom Boy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lightning Bolt,
Animal Collective,
Funkadelic,
Mars,
Japan,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Quando Quango,
Severed Heads,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Audionom,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Patti Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.