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 Uruguay and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Hoover to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Judy Mowatt,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Colin Newman,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
The Shadows of Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Boz Scaggs,
Sex Pistols,
Make Up,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Byrd,
Albert Ayler,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Blossom Toes,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Camouflage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
Soul Sonic Force,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Saints,
Harry Pussy,
Dave Gahan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
MC5,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.