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 Dominican Republic and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Lyres to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
AZ,
Television,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
The Moody Blues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Star Department,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
Gong,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Howard Jones,
Rites of Spring,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Christie,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Loose Ends,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Sherman,
Maleditus Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Blancmange,
Sound Behaviour,
Simply Red,
Delta 5,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.