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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Matthew Bourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sight & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Young Rascals,
Public Enemy,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
DNA,
Los Fastidios,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Soft Cell,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Main Source,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Dennis Brown,
Black Bananas,
Ten City,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Underground Resistance,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fugs,
June Days,
Flash Fearless,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul II Soul,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Royal Trux,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.