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 Chad and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Don Cherry,
The Victims,
Derrick May,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
David Bowie,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nils Olav,
kango's stein massive,
Quando Quango,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Terry Callier,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The United States of America,
Morten Harket,
Crispy Ambulance,
UT,
Aswad,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Theoretical Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Stetsasonic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.