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 Armenia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Modern Lovers to the dance 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Stetsasonic,
Organ,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Reagan Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Young Marble Giants,
Marcia Griffiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
Drexciya,
Hasil Adkins,
Surgeon,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
World's Most,
the Germs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Q and Not U,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Franke,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Adolescents,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.