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 Marshall Islands and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ossler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
The Saints,
The Move,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gabor Szabo,
The Young Rascals,
Audionom,
Wings,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Negative Approach,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
Qualms,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Harry Pussy,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kaleidoscope,
Shoche,
Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Black Bananas,
Khruangbin,
Das Ding,
Blancmange,
Nils Olav,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.