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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fear to the electroclash 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Moebius,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
CMW,
Ludus,
Ultravox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Q65,
Babytalk,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Outsiders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
John Cale,
Pantaleimon,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
Maurizio,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Jandek,
Monolake,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Glenn Branca,
Josef K,
EPMD,
X-Ray Spex,
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You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.