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 Yemen and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the electroclash 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Eddi Front,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
The Slackers,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Sister Nancy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Bluetip,
The Raincoats,
Lakeside,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Busters,
Infiniti,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cure,
Television,
Dead Boys,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Urselle,
Joensuu 1685,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.