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 Peru and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Star Department to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Moss Icon,
Wire,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
B.T. Express,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Icehouse,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Tears for Fears,
Cymande,
Crooked Eye,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tubeway Army,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Dorothy Ashby,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
KRS-One,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
Flash Fearless,
Fear,
Outsiders,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.