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 Vanuatu and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Knickerbockers to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Bush Tetras,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Reagan Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Wolf Eyes,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Index,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
The Seeds,
Gang of Four,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Symarip,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Oneida,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pulsallama,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Tropical Tobacco,
Technova,
Urselle,
Essential Logic,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Archie Shepp,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.