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 Singapore and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 Crispy Ambulance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scrapy,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Das Ding,
Charles Mingus,
Basic Channel,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tears for Fears,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
Warren Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crooked Eye,
The Searchers,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
the Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
The Busters,
Wasted Youth,
Hashim,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.