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 Beijing.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Slick Rick,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-102,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Aaron Thompson,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
Peter and Kerry,
World's Most,
New Order,
Cecil Taylor,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quantec,
kango's stein massive,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Magma,
Kayak,
AZ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Make Up,
Malaria!,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Teasers,
Goldenarms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.