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 St Lucia and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Quantec to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
The Motions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mr. Review,
Vainqueur,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
Bluetip,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.