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 Mauritania and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Godley & Creme,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Urselle,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Chris & Cosey,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
David McCallum,
Au Pairs,
Robert Hood,
Rakim,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Hot Snakes,
Sonic Youth,
The Martian,
Youth Brigade,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Kas Product,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
MDC,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Funky Four + One,
the Human League,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.