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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Moebius 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gun Club,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Young Rascals,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Reagan Youth,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
Drexciya,
Shuggie Otis,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
The Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bob Dylan,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Aural Exciters,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Warsaw,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Swell Maps,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.