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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ultravox to the techno 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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABC,
The Seeds,
Wings,
Glenn Branca,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Tubeway Army,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kayak,
Graham Central Station,
B.T. Express,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Roxette,
The Cure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sonics,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
AZ,
Yazoo,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
Anakelly,
The Angels of Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Quantec,
Yusef Lateef,
Byron Stingily,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.