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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Swans,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Average White Band,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
China Crisis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Qualms,
Organ,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Minny Pops,
Henry Cow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Babytalk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Terry Callier,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brass Construction,
Trumans Water,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Intrusion,
Cluster,
The Mummies,
Subhumans,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.