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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 New Order 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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
The Beau Brummels,
The Moody Blues,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Tres Demented,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
The Busters,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Radiohead,
New Order,
The Modern Lovers,
Duran Duran,
Ohio Players,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
48th St. Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Deakin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Associates,
Bobby Womack,
Trumans Water,
The Kinks,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.