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 Cyprus and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Fatback Band 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Darondo 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 grunge 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
Section 25,
Lou Christie,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joey Negro,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pole,
Liliput,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Little Man,
Godley & Creme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Icehouse,
the Soft Cell,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
Archie Shepp,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
F. McDonald,
Desert Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
The Moody Blues,
Radiopuhelimet,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Leonard Cohen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.