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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Charles Mingus to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Unrelated Segments,
New Age Steppers,
Charles Mingus,
Oneida,
MDC,
Hoover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Von Mondo,
Peter and Kerry,
Mark Hollis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
The Busters,
H. Thieme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Juan Atkins,
Dawn Penn,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Average White Band,
Motorama,
David Axelrod,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Shadows of Knight,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Finger,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.