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 Uzbekistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grime 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Section 25,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Panda Bear,
Fluxion,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Jacques Brel,
The Residents,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Halsall,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Trojans,
Eric Copeland,
OOIOO,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Reuben Wilson,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Masters at Work,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.