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 Israel and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Boogie Down Productions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Kayak,
Procol Harum,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Rotary Connection,
Wally Richardson,
Buzzcocks,
Sparks,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jeff Mills,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Coltrane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dorothy Ashby,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
Jerry's Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Connie Case,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Tremeloes,
Ice-T,
Japan,
Half Japanese,
Gang Starr,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.