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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Patti Smith,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Index,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Archie Shepp,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young,
Chris Corsano,
X-101,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Marvin Gaye,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Cybotron,
The Slits,
Josef K,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Morten Harket,
Terry Callier,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Ken Boothe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
This Heat,
MC5,
Flamin' Groovies,
Moby Grape,
Ronnie Foster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Main Source,
Au Pairs,
The Remains,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.