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 Kiribati and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June Days,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
The Dirtbombs,
Slave,
Erasure,
Howard Jones,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Pole,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Soulsonic Force,
Hardrive,
Gichy Dan,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
Magma,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
Organ,
Marmalade,
Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
Lightning Bolt,
Hot Snakes,
Spandau Ballet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
Oneida,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.