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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Reuben Wilson,
Excepter,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Angry Samoans,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Funkadelic,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Y Pants,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glenn Branca,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Easy Going,
Urselle,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Black Sheep,
The Evens,
Q65,
Gang Starr,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.