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 Greece and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Grey Daturas,
Magma,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Bush Tetras,
Easy Going,
Public Enemy,
Cymande,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Scan 7,
The American Breed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
John Holt,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers,
Animal Collective,
Aural Exciters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yellowson,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Shuggie Otis,
Audionom,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Inner City,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Silicon Teens,
Boz Scaggs,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.