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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Brothers Johnson,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Black Pus,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
Warren Ellis,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
Cybotron,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Talk Talk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soul II Soul,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bluetip,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Wally Richardson,
Jawbox,
JFA,
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.