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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Pylon,
Donny Hathaway,
Moebius,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Scan 7,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sandy B,
The Velvet Underground,
Brand Nubian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Neu!,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Severed Heads,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott Heron,
Youth Brigade,
Lindisfarne,
Chrome,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Q65,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
June Days,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
John Foxx,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.