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 Serbia and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joy Division to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Depeche Mode,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bill Wells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
Wire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Nas,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fortunes,
Ohio Players,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sex Pistols,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Procol Harum,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Siglo XX,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Litter,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.