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 Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Rosa Yemen,
Wire,
Vladislav Delay,
the Germs,
Scientists,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Ludus,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bronski Beat,
Angry Samoans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
the Slits,
The Invisible,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sparks,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Davy DMX,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Residents,
cv313,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Sonic Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.