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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
10cc,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minutemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blake Baxter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Sex Pistols,
a-ha,
Marmalade,
Leonard Cohen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stetsasonic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Arab on Radar,
Suicide,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Starr,
Brick,
Sight & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Wire,
DNA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Infiniti,
Interpol,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Michelle Simonal,
David Bowie,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
The Smoke,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
Todd Terry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Peter and Kerry,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.