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 Netherlands and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
The Associates,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Walker Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jacques Brel,
John Cale,
Jerry's Kids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Star Department,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sixth Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Easy Going,
Porter Ricks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Steve Hackett,
Delon & Dalcan,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Unwound,
Erasure,
Peter and Kerry,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
Dave Gahan,
Fela Kuti,
Lalann,
Guru Guru,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Young Rascals,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.