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 Tuvalu and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warren Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Joey Negro,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
The Moody Blues,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Toni Rubio,
Lalann,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
The Offenders,
Sound Behaviour,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
Lindisfarne,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.