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 Laos and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Heaven 17,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Arthur Verocai,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
The Moody Blues,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Harmonia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
The Fire Engines,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dual Sessions,
The Blues Magoos,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.