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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Mojo Men to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Doors,
Magma,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Shoche,
the Germs,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Tubeway Army,
Dave Gahan,
Soft Cell,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skaos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fear,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
Brand Nubian,
Can,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
The Busters,
Interpol,
Arab on Radar,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.