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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
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 synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
New Age Steppers,
MDC,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Model 500,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Marine Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Evens,
The Cosmic Jokers,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Skriet,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.