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 Chile and from London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nik Kershaw to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zapp,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Index,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Urselle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Smog,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Isaac Hayes,
Kayak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rakim,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
Swell Maps,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ten City,
T. Rex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
Khruangbin,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythm & Sound,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.