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 Tajikistan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the dance 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Grauzone,
The Knickerbockers,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Sonics,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camouflage,
The Monochrome Set,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr,
Connie Case,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
The Martian,
The Moleskins,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Flipper,
Clear Light,
The Mummies,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warren Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quantec,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.