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 Namibia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Deepchord,
June of 44,
Desert Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
The Five Americans,
the Germs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
The Music Machine,
Glenn Branca,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxette,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mojo Men,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
The Slits,
Mr. Review,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Average White Band,
MDC,
China Crisis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Parry Music,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Eurythmics,
Television,
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Near,
The Wake,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.