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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Avey Tare to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Nik Kershaw,
James Chance & The Contortions,
UT,
Newcleus,
Ludus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Kinks,
Colin Newman,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
The Birthday Party,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Essential Logic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Rotary Connection,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Y Pants,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.