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 Slovenia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lightning Bolt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
In Retrospect,
Ralphi Rosario,
Janne Schatter,
Arcadia,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Dave Gahan,
Sällskapet,
Echospace,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
Sam Rivers,
Pagans,
Slick Rick,
Lyres,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
The Real Kids,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Tears for Fears,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Television,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Sugar Minott,
Angry Samoans,
Rod Modell,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.