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 Cyprus and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dark Day to the rock 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
The Music Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hot Snakes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Panda Bear,
Todd Terry,
Derrick Morgan,
Arthur Verocai,
The Red Krayola,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger,
Dark Day,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
ABBA,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.