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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Byrd,
Talk Talk,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
The Smoke,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Music Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Television,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June Days,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Mummies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aaron Thompson,
Nik Kershaw,
H. Thieme,
the Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
The Doobie Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Alarm Clocks,
Smog,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.