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 Pakistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Todd Rundgren,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Monks,
Loose Ends,
Arab on Radar,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Malaria!,
Carl Craig,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lalann,
Albert Ayler,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
The Doors,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Sound Behaviour,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
Panda Bear,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Second Layer,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.