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 Romania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Christie to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '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 One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Peter & Gordon,
Lyres,
The Wake,
ABC,
Rotary Connection,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Count Five,
Subhumans,
EPMD,
Marshall Jefferson,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
The Buckinghams,
the Human League,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Womack,
Darondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Boz Scaggs,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Residents,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Eli Mardock,
The Birthday Party,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Matthew Halsall,
Bad Manners,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Order,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nils Olav,
Sparks,
Kurtis Blow,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pylon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.