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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Sexual Harrassment to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Monolake,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Slave,
Black Bananas,
World's Most,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Young Marble Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doors,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Lower 48,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Move,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
DNA,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Bronski Beat,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.