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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the dance 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Angels of Light,
X-101,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Urselle,
Marine Girls,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mad Mike,
Chris Corsano,
Neil Young,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quadrant,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Goldenarms,
Quantec,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reuben Wilson,
Piero Umiliani,
Yaz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Smoke,
The Busters,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Standells,
Yazoo,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.