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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ralphi Rosario to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Star Department,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Lindisfarne,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arcadia,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
This Heat,
Judy Mowatt,
Section 25,
The Mojo Men,
Fela Kuti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
James White and The Blacks,
David McCallum,
Magma,
Bill Wells,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Inner City,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sound Behaviour,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Camberwell Now,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.