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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Khruangbin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smiths,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Jeff Mills,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Babytalk,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Cameo,
Index,
The Cramps,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
The Birthday Party,
Glambeats Corp.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Crispian St. Peters,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Martian,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Marmalade,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Das Ding,
Flipper,
Dave Gahan,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Pulsallama,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.