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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Lydon to the dance 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
The Blues Magoos,
Half Japanese,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
the Swans,
Terry Callier,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bluetip,
Funky Four + One,
Dave Gahan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Simply Red,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Alton Ellis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Trojans,
The Human League,
The Slackers,
Bobby Womack,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
Public Enemy,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Blossom Toes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Ralphi Rosario,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.