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 Slovenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
John Foxx,
Crime,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Neu!,
Jeff Lynne,
The Mummies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Intrusion,
Camouflage,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sound Behaviour,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erykah Badu,
X-102,
Deepchord,
Glenn Branca,
EPMD,
Fear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gories,
Connie Case,
Danielle Patucci,
The Blackbyrds,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Skriet,
Fela Kuti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Anakelly,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Pere Ubu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.