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 Congo and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Carl Craig to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fad Gadget,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Yaz,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
a-ha,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Von Mondo,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ludus,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
The Residents,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Avey Tare,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Warren Ellis,
The Saints,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
The Black Dice,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
Skriet,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Yazoo,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.