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 Chile and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 E-Dancer to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pantaleimon,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fugazi,
Ken Boothe,
Kas Product,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Birthday Party,
T.S.O.L.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Max Romeo,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Au Pairs,
PIL,
Ohio Players,
Stockholm Monsters,
Colin Newman,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.