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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Brothers Johnson to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Organ,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Sugar Minott,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Fad Gadget,
Accadde A,
The Mojo Men,
Deakin,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
Rod Modell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
China Crisis,
Fugazi,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Crash Course in Science,
Icehouse,
Television Personalities,
KRS-One,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cowsills,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.