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 Brunei and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultra Naté,
John Holt,
Visage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
The New Christs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Fear,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Nik Kershaw,
Faust,
Slave,
the Soft Cell,
Roger Hodgson,
The Durutti Column,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Ponytail,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.