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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 David Bowie 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 CMW to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lungfish,
CMW,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Isaac Hayes,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Barrington Levy,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
The Raincoats,
The Doors,
Aloha Tigers,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Pantytec,
Neil Young,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
The Barracudas,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
kango's stein massive,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chrome,
Aswad,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Marvin Gaye,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.