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 Armenia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Crash Course in Science to the electroclash 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quadrant,
Bill Near,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Mars,
The Misunderstood,
R.M.O.,
Grauzone,
Adolescents,
Newcleus,
Terrestrial Tones,
CMW,
Y Pants,
UT,
Sound Behaviour,
Dual Sessions,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Durutti Column,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Josef K,
Nas,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The J.B.'s,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Swell Maps,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
the Normal,
Cecil Taylor,
Young Marble Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Happenings,
X-101,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.