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 Fiji and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the grime 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Idris Muhammad,
Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Drive Like Jehu,
ABBA,
Can,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
ABC,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Franke,
The Blackbyrds,
EPMD,
Swans,
Mandrill,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
Eurythmics,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
The Slits,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nirvana,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Crime,
Malaria!,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.