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 Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Depeche Mode to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Faust,
Moss Icon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Amon Düül II,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Holt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
The Cure,
Procol Harum,
Sparks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
a-ha,
Toni Rubio,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Cameo,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.