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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
10cc,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Faust,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
The Dirtbombs,
Clear Light,
Drexciya,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Vainqueur,
Zero Boys,
Slave,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Germs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joy Division,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Electric Prunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
The Count Five,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.