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 Benin and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 the Germs. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The J.B.'s,
Swell Maps,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Black Flag,
The Doors,
Shuggie Otis,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
The Misunderstood,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
John Lydon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacques Brel,
The Gladiators,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Lou Christie,
Lalann,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Yazoo,
Section 25,
Amon Düül II,
Kerri Chandler,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.