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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 UT to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Unwound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hoover,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Liliput,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Human League,
Don Cherry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
A Certain Ratio,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eddi Front,
ABC,
Shoche,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Agitation Free,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.