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 Uruguay and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Kurtis Blow 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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
the Human League,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Can,
Pagans,
UT,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Los Fastidios,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slackers,
ABC,
The Sound,
Simply Red,
Lakeside,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Toasters,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Little Man,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brothers Johnson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Agitation Free,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alison Limerick,
Todd Terry,
Bang On A Can,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.