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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Cheater Slicks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Pere Ubu,
The Litter,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
The Trojans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cowsills,
Das Ding,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Ten City,
In Retrospect,
Tim Buckley,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
A Certain Ratio,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Grauzone,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
The Beau Brummels,
Agitation Free,
Pantytec,
T.S.O.L.,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
The Techniques,
Donald Byrd,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.