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 Iraq and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Victims,
Royal Trux,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crime,
Scrapy,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Glenn Branca,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Joey Negro,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
China Crisis,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rakim,
The Index,
Lakeside,
Dave Gahan,
Whodini,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.