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 Bahamas and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 chamberlin 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wire,
Barclay James Harvest,
David McCallum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Depeche Mode,
Sandy B,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quadrant,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
Dead Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Groovy Waters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yusef Lateef,
La Düsseldorf,
Altered Images,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Babytalk,
Y Pants,
Fluxion,
The Sound,
the Normal,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Ludus,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marine Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.