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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Radiohead,
cv313,
Motorama,
Bang On A Can,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Franke,
R.M.O.,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Section 25,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Black Sheep,
F. McDonald,
Marine Girls,
Cecil Taylor,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Von Mondo,
Grauzone,
E-Dancer,
Thompson Twins,
L. Decosne,
The Index,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
Depeche Mode,
The Evens,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Hill,
Ronan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Alice Coltrane,
Blossom Toes,
Trumans Water,
Sällskapet,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
James White and The Blacks,
Minny Pops,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.