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 Hungary and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Barry Ungar to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Japan,
Flash Fearless,
Ronan,
Qualms,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Television,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Dolphy,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Eddi Front,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Drexciya,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Kerri Chandler,
The Martian,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Easy Going,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.