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 Syria and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Pretty Things to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Andrew Hill,
Mark Hollis,
The New Christs,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Liliput,
David Axelrod,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Fraelich,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
EPMD,
Oneida,
La Düsseldorf,
Mandrill,
Susan Cadogan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Anakelly,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
These Immortal Souls,
Excepter,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.