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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Radiopuhelimet,
Althea and Donna,
a-ha,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
Josef K,
Peter & Gordon,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cure,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Main Source,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Parry Music,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
Magma,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Audionom,
Sight & Sound,
Japan,
Schoolly D,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Iggy Pop,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Stiv Bators,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
AZ,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
48th St. Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.