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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Cymande to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes 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?
John Foxx,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Cameo,
Gang Starr,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Sixth Finger,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
Das Ding,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bobby Womack,
Stiv Bators,
Rekid,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.