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 Thailand and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the electroclash 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wolf Eyes,
Sandy B,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Schoolly D,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Youth Brigade,
Zapp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
K-Klass,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
The Selecter,
The Evens,
The Gories,
Liliput,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
The Gun Club,
Chris & Cosey,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Nas,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.