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 Fiji and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vainqueur,
Accadde A,
Mark Hollis,
Gang of Four,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Quantec,
Tom Boy,
Crime,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Grey Daturas,
Circle Jerks,
Quadrant,
Kurtis Blow,
Howard Jones,
F. McDonald,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Lynne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
June Days,
Ten City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
JFA,
48th St. Collective,
Supertramp,
Steve Hackett,
Byron Stingily,
Pole,
Pere Ubu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.