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 Niger and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 The Tremeloes to the jazz 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Crime,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Angry Samoans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scion,
Hardrive,
The Index,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Erasure,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
The Martian,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Monochrome Set,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun Ra,
KRS-One,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hot Snakes,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
The Monks,
Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Intrusion,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.