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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
E-Dancer,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sun Ra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
The Sound,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Audionom,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swans,
Gong,
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.