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 Micronesia 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Babytalk,
ABBA,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Rotary Connection,
Thee Headcoats,
Little Man,
Glenn Branca,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Motorama,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Tom Boy,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
Absolute Body Control,
The Young Rascals,
Basic Channel,
Shoche,
Letta Mbulu,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Au Pairs,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gang of Four,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
the Association,
Sight & Sound,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Groovy Waters,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Cramps,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.