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 Monaco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Erasure,
Guru Guru,
Basic Channel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Offenders,
Banda Bassotti,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brothers Johnson,
Mantronix,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Amon Düül,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Soft Cell,
Popol Vuh,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Skaos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Second Layer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.