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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boz Scaggs,
PIL,
The Birthday Party,
Tears for Fears,
The Trojans,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Suicide,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
The Martian,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Lyres,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jerry Gold Smith,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terrestrial Tones,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Alphaville,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Junior Murvin,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television,
Kayak,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.