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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Durutti Column,
Funky Four + One,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Star Department,
D'Angelo,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Technova,
Roxy Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Count Five,
Bad Manners,
Los Fastidios,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
The Techniques,
Sugar Minott,
The Index,
Fela Kuti,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Divine Comedy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alton Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.