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 Austria 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the funk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Technova,
Andrew Hill,
Ultra Naté,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
June of 44,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
Funky Four + One,
Kerri Chandler,
Mandrill,
Inner City,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Amon Düül II,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
The Associates,
Lebanon Hanover,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crime,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Qualms,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.