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 Lithuania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Edmonton and Seoul.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hoover to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bob Dylan,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Brick,
Pere Ubu,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Fatback Band,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Derrick May,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gang Green,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soulsonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Curtis Mayfield,
Schoolly D,
Pagans,
CMW,
Lyres,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Boz Scaggs,
Tears for Fears,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Faust,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
The Stooges,
Marmalade,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.