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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the oboe 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 Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Jacques Brel,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jacob Miller,
The Fire Engines,
ABBA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
Crime,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Matthew Halsall,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Faust,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Wally Richardson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Ornette Coleman,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.