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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Womack to the funk 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masters at Work,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Pantaleimon,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Tom Boy,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sparks,
Mr. Review,
John Coltrane,
Newcleus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Litter,
The Fall,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
Joensuu 1685,
The Barracudas,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Porter Ricks,
David Bowie,
Young Marble Giants,
Little Man,
Drexciya,
Alice Coltrane,
Wings,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Quadrant,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.