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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Massinfluence to the disco 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Flag,
X-101,
Rites of Spring,
The Moleskins,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
Talk Talk,
DJ Sneak,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
Technova,
Y Pants,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Near,
Dual Sessions,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Sandy B,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
David McCallum,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.