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 Tunisia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
The Stooges,
Sun City Girls,
Masters at Work,
Au Pairs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joey Negro,
Skarface,
The Young Rascals,
David McCallum,
Kurtis Blow,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
Mo-Dettes,
Iggy Pop,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Roxette,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
The Gladiators,
Mandrill,
The Divine Comedy,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Altered Images,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Isaac Hayes,
Moby Grape,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.