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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
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 Ohio Players to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
Oblivians,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fluxion,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Sällskapet,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tears for Fears,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Das Ding,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Stereo Dub,
Silicon Teens,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quando Quango,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gladiators,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Chrome,
Underground Resistance,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
Royal Trux,
Matthew Halsall,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.