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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock 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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes,
Marine Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
OOIOO,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agent Orange,
Eric Dolphy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers,
Monks,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Dual Sessions,
Pantytec,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.