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 South Africa and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
EPMD,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Siglo XX,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pylon,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Blossom Toes,
Metal Thangz,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Electric Prunes,
The Fire Engines,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
One Last Wish,
X-Ray Spex,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Sparks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.