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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Pere Ubu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Metal Thangz,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Marine Girls,
Joyce Sims,
The Sound,
The Trojans,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Amazonics,
Shuggie Otis,
Thee Headcoats,
Niagra,
Henry Cow,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
FM Einheit,
MDC,
Dennis Brown,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Fortunes,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Agent Orange,
Minnie Riperton,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Prince Buster,
Section 25,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Slave,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
The Slackers,
Tom Boy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.