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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camberwell Now to the dance 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Yazoo,
The Happenings,
The Vogues,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
EPMD,
The Barracudas,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Victims,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
PIL,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Trojans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Wasted Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
June Days,
Sugar Minott,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.