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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Cheater Slicks to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
The Invisible,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Brothers Johnson,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Spandau Ballet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Crooked Eye,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Mr. Review,
F. McDonald,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Adolescents,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Brick,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Pantaleimon,
Slick Rick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.