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 United States and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer 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 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Matthew Bourne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Accadde A,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Angels of Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Nico,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Rufus Thomas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DJ Style,
Michelle Simonal,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Alison Limerick,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aloha Tigers,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Quadrant,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Durutti Column,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.