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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Matthew Bourne to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Popol Vuh,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Joy Division,
Agitation Free,
Agent Orange,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Porter Ricks,
The Gap Band,
Parry Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
Moss Icon,
Mr. Review,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
Faust,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ice-T,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultra Naté,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Bronski Beat,
Khruangbin,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo,
Radiohead,
World's Most,
The Cure,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.