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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bill Near to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Techniques,
Kaleidoscope,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Moon,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Niagra,
Magazine,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rakim,
Jawbox,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
kango's stein massive,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
The Standells,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Misunderstood,
Babytalk,
The Smoke,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.