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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
Nico,
Gang Starr,
The Electric Prunes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
U.S. Maple,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Bang On A Can,
The Angels of Light,
Fad Gadget,
T.S.O.L.,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
Man Parrish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Index,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bronski Beat,
Reuben Wilson,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fuzztones,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Simply Red,
The Count Five,
Infiniti,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lucky Dragons,
June of 44,
The Move,
The Doors,
Gong,
Letta Mbulu,
X-102,
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
T. Rex,
Eric Copeland,
Quadrant,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Görl,
The Neon Judgement,
Max Romeo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Albert Ayler,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.