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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ultravox to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blackbyrds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tres Demented,
Boz Scaggs,
Aural Exciters,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
Make Up,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
Television,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
OOIOO,
X-102,
Black Bananas,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Sixth Finger,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Germs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siglo XX,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
The Gories,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.