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 Kiribati and from New York.
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 Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 John Coltrane to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy Collins,
Babytalk,
Lakeside,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Cheater Slicks,
New Order,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang On A Can,
Technova,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
The Gories,
Quadrant,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
Reuben Wilson,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Talk Talk,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
The Techniques,
DNA,
ABC,
Animal Collective,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
L. Decosne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.