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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Malaria! to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sonny Sharrock,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Roger Hodgson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Magazine,
John Holt,
Lindisfarne,
David McCallum,
Rotary Connection,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Stereo Dub,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Panda Bear,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
48th St. Collective,
Goldenarms,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Trumans Water,
Kaleidoscope,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.