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 Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers,
Byron Stingily,
Sandy B,
Trumans Water,
Arab on Radar,
KRS-One,
Glenn Branca,
PIL,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill,
Godley & Creme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Human League,
Severed Heads,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Real Kids,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Cluster,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
David Bowie,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Idris Muhammad,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Gang of Four,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
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.