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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Mark Hollis to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
the Germs,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
Neil Young,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Malaria!,
Thompson Twins,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Whodini,
Nas,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Echospace,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Kurtis Blow,
Parry Music,
Neu!,
Sonic Youth,
Bush Tetras,
Lyres,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Dawn Penn,
Marmalade,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Accadde A,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hashim,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.