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 Nauru and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gichy Dan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
The Standells,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Altered Images,
Funky Four + One,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Main Source,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.