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 Finland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Dirtbombs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Harpers Bizarre,
ABC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Unwound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Saints,
Cybotron,
Shoche,
Little Man,
The Young Rascals,
The Slackers,
Bang On A Can,
Mo-Dettes,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sun City Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Joensuu 1685,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.