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 Czech Republic and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Glasgow.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Youth Brigade 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Second Layer,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young,
Lungfish,
Banda Bassotti,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Hoover,
Deadbeat,
Jacques Brel,
Boz Scaggs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Gories,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
Popol Vuh,
Soulsonic Force,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Music Machine,
Pierre Henry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
Stetsasonic,
Ultravox,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Quantec,
June Days,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Rosa Yemen,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.