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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 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 John Lydon to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Unwound,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
Sugar Minott,
Kas Product,
Echospace,
Mars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Moebius,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
The Five Americans,
Amazonics,
AZ,
Lou Reed,
Popol Vuh,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Sandy B,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Human League,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Porter Ricks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.