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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 the Sonics to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Joensuu 1685,
X-102,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Derrick Morgan,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Bush Tetras,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
F. McDonald,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Prince Buster,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minny Pops,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
A Certain Ratio,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yellowson,
MDC,
The Associates,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
Saccharine Trust,
John Lydon,
Pere Ubu,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.