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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the techno 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
MDC,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Connie Case,
The Index,
Smog,
China Crisis,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers,
Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.