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 Sweden and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
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 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 Move to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Livin' Joy,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sun Ra,
the Soft Cell,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Martian,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Lou Reed,
Scan 7,
Brick,
The Cramps,
PIL,
June of 44,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Organ,
Crime,
ABBA,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Wells,
Depeche Mode,
Joe Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Average White Band,
Hardrive,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.