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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
Eli Mardock,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
MC5,
The Slits,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Main Source,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Grey Daturas,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erykah Badu,
DJ Style,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Kenny Larkin,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
John Foxx,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
UT,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.