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 Tajikistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 D'Angelo to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Donald Byrd,
X-102,
Rekid,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Liliput,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
Boredoms,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Audionom,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
The Mummies,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Flag,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
The Doors,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
The Beau Brummels,
The Zeros,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Quadrant,
Scientists,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.