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 Malawi and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
The Buckinghams,
Sarah Menescal,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Babytalk,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Blancmange,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Gabor Szabo,
Charles Mingus,
PIL,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Shuggie Otis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yaz,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smoke,
Model 500,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.