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 Fiji and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DJ Sneak,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Eden Ahbez,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Excepter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Q65,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q and Not U,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
a-ha,
Mars,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.