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 Saudi Arabia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 Talk Talk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Freddie Wadling,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Minutemen,
Bang On A Can,
Echospace,
Inner City,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marcia Griffiths,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bronski Beat,
The Cure,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.