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 Moldova 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Ponytail,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
Pylon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Suburban Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Fatback Band,
Audionom,
Technova,
Faraquet,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
The Doobie Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Althea and Donna,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Panda Bear,
Country Teasers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mr. Review,
David Axelrod,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Roxette,
Supertramp,
Mark Hollis,
Swell Maps,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Guru Guru,
The Tremeloes,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx,
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.