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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Frankie Knuckles to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Second Layer,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
the Soft Cell,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
Angry Samoans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Theoretical Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Isaac Hayes,
Flash Fearless,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Monolake,
Brothers Johnson,
Alison Limerick,
Kerri Chandler,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Heaven 17,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Henry Cow,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.