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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
This Heat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Amazonics,
Half Japanese,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
Ken Boothe,
Swans,
Wings,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
Kaleidoscope,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minutemen,
Piero Umiliani,
Sugar Minott,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Zero Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.