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 Nicaragua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Tremeloes to the rap 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Boredoms,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
Hot Snakes,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Loose Ends,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.