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 Hungary and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Michael McDonald 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Ultra Naté,
Heaven 17,
Yazoo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
Byron Stingily,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Country Teasers,
Inner City,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tom Boy,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
X-101,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Dark Day,
Drive Like Jehu,
Slave,
The Cure,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Electric Prunes,
D'Angelo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Dead Boys,
Japan,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Erykah Badu,
The Skatalites,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Simply Red,
Susan Cadogan,
The Neon Judgement,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.