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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
In Retrospect,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiohead,
The Searchers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
Bobby Hutcherson,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Cale,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Parry Music,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rakim,
Trumans Water,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Electric Prunes,
Motorama,
Black Sheep,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eli Mardock,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Y Pants,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Busters,
Japan,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rekid,
Main Source,
Los Fastidios,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.