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 Angola and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hashim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
The Index,
Dual Sessions,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yusef Lateef,
Skriet,
Severed Heads,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Scientists,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
The Angels of Light,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slackers,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Nirvana,
Q and Not U,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.