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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Ten City,
ABBA,
Stiv Bators,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Model 500,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Radiohead,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scratch Acid,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Nirvana,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Robert Wyatt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marc Almond,
Funky Four + One,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
Marvin Gaye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.