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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jandek to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Flipper,
Aural Exciters,
Half Japanese,
Jeru the Damaja,
Colin Newman,
DJ Style,
Icehouse,
Rapeman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
Stetsasonic,
Smog,
Ultra Naté,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Angels of Light,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Flamin' Groovies,
Porter Ricks,
The Slackers,
Niagra,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
The Monks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Nik Kershaw,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.