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 Iceland and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the disco 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Peter and Kerry,
Infiniti,
The Slackers,
OOIOO,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Anakelly,
Silicon Teens,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Görl,
Schoolly D,
H. Thieme,
Byron Stingily,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
New Order,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Motorama,
Index,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Names,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.