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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Black Bananas,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Faraquet,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
Cluster,
The Gap Band,
Faust,
Slave,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Fugazi,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Popol Vuh,
Tommy Roe,
Television Personalities,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Youth Brigade,
Barbara Tucker,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
June Days,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
The Five Americans,
Clear Light,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.