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 Comoros and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Scan 7,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Liliput,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Technova,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Smoke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
Hoover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Whodini,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monolake,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Sandy B,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Average White Band,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
DNA,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unwound,
Babytalk,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.