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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Vogues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Malaria!,
Funkadelic,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
The Slackers,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Blake Baxter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
June Days,
K-Klass,
Andrew Hill,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
Royal Trux,
ABBA,
Eli Mardock,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Fugazi,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Audionom,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.