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 Pakistan 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Unrelated Segments,
Motorama,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Loose Ends,
Technova,
The Beau Brummels,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Circle Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Kurtis Blow,
Tears for Fears,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Y Pants,
Marc Almond,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Theoretical Girls,
Liliput,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Monks,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pop Group,
Josef K,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Parry Music,
Archie Shepp,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.