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 Nepal and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jeff Lynne to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Seeds,
Crime,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Black Dice,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
June Days,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Saccharine Trust,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Bob Dylan,
Unwound,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Camouflage,
CMW,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
Khruangbin,
a-ha,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.