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 Russia and from Taipei.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the grime 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Pantytec,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
DJ Style,
ABC,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Toasters,
Ossler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
June Days,
Organ,
The Smiths,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Clear Light,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Suicide,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.