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 Kazakhstan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the rap 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
UT,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Barrington Levy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Erasure,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
These Immortal Souls,
JFA,
cv313,
The Associates,
Leonard Cohen,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Agent Orange,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Martian,
Rites of Spring,
Colin Newman,
Toni Rubio,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.