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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Monks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
UT,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Boz Scaggs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Absolute Body Control,
The Evens,
The Dead C,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wings,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
X-102,
Sällskapet,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Danielle Patucci,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ten City,
Interpol,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
the Association,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Monks,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.