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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 June of 44 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Lou Christie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Terry Callier,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maurizio,
Neil Young,
The Fugs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
Lalann,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Faraquet,
Jeff Lynne,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Blancmange,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
The Evens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra,
Iggy Pop,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.