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 Macedonia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gichy Dan,
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gong,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
Suburban Knight,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arcadia,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Cell,
The Star Department,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Marmalade,
Circle Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
Crooked Eye,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fat Boys,
Negative Approach,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.