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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar,
Chrome,
Barclay James Harvest,
Porter Ricks,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Drexciya,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Rod Modell,
Visage,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Germs,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Sight & Sound,
Harry Pussy,
The Tremeloes,
E-Dancer,
Todd Terry,
Guru Guru,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.