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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Morten Harket,
Peter and Kerry,
Rekid,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Wings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fatback Band,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Chrome,
Brass Construction,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
The Moleskins,
Crime,
The Buckinghams,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sister Nancy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Hill,
Ultravox,
Icehouse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
Main Source,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Zapp,
Slick Rick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.