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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
The Gun Club,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thompson Twins,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Hasil Adkins,
Technova,
Fela Kuti,
Television,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Subhumans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moody Blues,
Brand Nubian,
the Bar-Kays,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Tropical Tobacco,
MC5,
10cc,
Black Sheep,
The Moleskins,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.