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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Human League to the punk 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Pagans,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Warsaw,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Buckinghams,
Aloha Tigers,
Gong,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pet Shop Boys,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Golliwogs,
Agitation Free,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Inner City,
Aswad,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.