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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Marc Almond to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Erasure,
Glambeats Corp.,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
David McCallum,
Bad Manners,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
The Dead C,
Idris Muhammad,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Human League,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zero Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rotary Connection,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Pus,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Girls At Our Best!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ohio Players,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.