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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
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 oboe 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Talk Talk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Qualms,
The Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Babytalk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deadbeat,
The United States of America,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
Eddi Front,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cosmic Jokers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive,
Reagan Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Sheep,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
Mad Mike,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.