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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Blake Baxter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Lee Hazlewood,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Newcleus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Urselle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Angels of Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blake Baxter,
Crash Course in Science,
Laurel Aitken,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Monolake,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wally Richardson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Golliwogs,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.