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 Bahamas and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sound Behaviour,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
June of 44,
Roger Hodgson,
Marmalade,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Buzzcocks,
The Zeros,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pantaleimon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Clear Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Marine Girls,
Malaria!,
Little Man,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Ronan,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
June Days,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.