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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Peter & Gordon,
Q and Not U,
the Germs,
Panda Bear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Pylon,
Funky Four + One,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Starr,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Fugazi,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Ossler,
Y Pants,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Agitation Free,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.