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 Germany and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
Main Source,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Minor Threat,
Young Marble Giants,
Liliput,
Flipper,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Franke,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Guru Guru,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Roxette,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
The Remains,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Darondo,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cramps,
Agent Orange,
Average White Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Grass Roots,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brass Construction,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Green,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Leonard Cohen,
Eden Ahbez,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.