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 Montenegro and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 La Düsseldorf to the techno 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bluetip,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Franke,
Roxette,
the Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
E-Dancer,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
F. McDonald,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nik Kershaw,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Martian,
MC5,
Soulsonic Force,
Grey Daturas,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Nils Olav,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.