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 Dominica and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sunsets and Hearts 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Dawn Penn,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
The Dead C,
Roy Ayers,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Flash Fearless,
Faraquet,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alphaville,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Can,
The Motions,
Guru Guru,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Young Rascals,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Slits,
Black Moon,
Pantytec,
Nik Kershaw,
Connie Case,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Moleskins,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
Icehouse,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kayak,
Kas Product,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Arcadia,
Flipper,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.