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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Bauhaus,
UT,
The Searchers,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Essential Logic,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
Lyres,
Animal Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers,
Japan,
Ultra Naté,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Inner City,
Howard Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eve St. Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang On A Can,
Trumans Water,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.