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 Slovenia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Lou Reed to the funk 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Rotary Connection,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Scientists,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Pere Ubu,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Prunes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
The Residents,
Sun Ra,
Deepchord,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
Clear Light,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Hood,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare,
Blossom Toes,
Youth Brigade,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
China Crisis,
Monks,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.