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 St Lucia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the techno 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman,
The Blackbyrds,
Jerry's Kids,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
June Days,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
The Selecter,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobby Byrd,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Michelle Simonal,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Dawn Penn,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tommy Roe,
Little Man,
MC5,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.