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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Chrome to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Barry Ungar,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Aloha Tigers,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Starr,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
L. Decosne,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Model 500,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
Crooked Eye,
Sun City Girls,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
48th St. Collective,
Duran Duran,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
The Dirtbombs,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
Lou Christie,
kango's stein massive,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.