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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Flipper to the techno 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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Golliwogs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Metal Thangz,
Main Source,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
The Saints,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Los Fastidios,
The Index,
Laurel Aitken,
Television,
Intrusion,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Jawbox,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dennis Brown,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Mission of Burma,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.