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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Blossom Toes,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Vainqueur,
Nik Kershaw,
Technova,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Bananas,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Quantec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
The Busters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
The Cowsills,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Panda Bear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
X-101,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Ossler,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.