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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Sparks,
Bad Manners,
Gang of Four,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Fugazi,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Swell Maps,
Scientists,
Aural Exciters,
Procol Harum,
Nico,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Scan 7,
Reuben Wilson,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
The Five Americans,
Gong,
Lalann,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David Axelrod,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Liliput,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.