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 Thailand and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Reuben Wilson to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun City Girls,
Das Ding,
MC5,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
Banda Bassotti,
10cc,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
H. Thieme,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
Fela Kuti,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
The Busters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Average White Band,
Pulsallama,
Lindisfarne,
Mantronix,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Skaos,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.