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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
The Music Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boredoms,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Essential Logic,
Slave,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Aural Exciters,
Isaac Hayes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Hasil Adkins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Lightning Bolt,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Minor Threat,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Wells,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
Black Bananas,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.