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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Blake Baxter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scan 7,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deakin,
Essential Logic,
The Grass Roots,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jeru the Damaja,
Blancmange,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
Visage,
MC5,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Pus,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
the Human League,
Gong,
Delon & Dalcan,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Thee Headcoats,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
Pole,
Theoretical Girls,
The Slackers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.