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 Swaziland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
MDC,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
John Holt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
This Heat,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Von Mondo,
The Human League,
The Tremeloes,
Sam Rivers,
Ornette Coleman,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mr. Review,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Steve Hackett,
Harmonia,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Parry Music,
Minutemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Au Pairs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ituana,
the Slits,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Electric Prunes,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.