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 Slovakia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tom Boy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
UT,
X-102,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Icehouse,
Altered Images,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blake Baxter,
Dennis Brown,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Trumans Water,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Metal Thangz,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
The American Breed,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Pus,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.