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 Kyrgyzstan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
Brothers Johnson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Supertramp,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Black Flag,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Dave Clark Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris & Cosey,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Simply Red,
Juan Atkins,
Bush Tetras,
Television,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Reagan Youth,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
Dead Boys,
Deakin,
Tim Buckley,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Trojans,
Duran Duran,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Five Americans,
Gang Green,
Tubeway Army,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.