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 Brunei and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
Robert Hood,
Barry Ungar,
Marvin Gaye,
Warren Ellis,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
AZ,
Newcleus,
Blossom Toes,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lalann,
Dual Sessions,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Morten Harket,
Guru Guru,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slackers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Ponytail,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Oneida,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Knickerbockers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hoover,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.