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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
Swans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Althea and Donna,
AZ,
Scratch Acid,
Royal Trux,
Slave,
Ultravox,
Fear,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
This Heat,
Mo-Dettes,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Kayak,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Associates,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Misunderstood,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lee Hazlewood,
F. McDonald,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.