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 Egypt and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the crunk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
the Association,
The Skatalites,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Black Dice,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
ABC,
Subhumans,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
Franke,
The Evens,
Kenny Larkin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
Letta Mbulu,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siglo XX,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Wake,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
DNA,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Junior Murvin,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Remains,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.