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 Venezuela and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Connie Case to the electroclash 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Sonny Sharrock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
The Fortunes,
Josef K,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Mills,
Howard Jones,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Cheater Slicks,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thompson Twins,
Unrelated Segments,
Ice-T,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang of Four,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
The Tremeloes,
The Skatalites,
Con Funk Shun,
Joy Division,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.