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 New Zealand and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Q and Not U,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Motions,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
Radio Birdman,
Sun City Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aswad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Erasure,
Can,
Graham Central Station,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Hashim,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Sherman,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Minnie Riperton,
Sparks,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
cv313,
Thompson Twins,
Stetsasonic,
Man Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
David Axelrod,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.