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 Armenia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Grauzone to the grunge 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Black Dice,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
The Real Kids,
Joensuu 1685,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cramps,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-102,
Symarip,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erykah Badu,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Massinfluence,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Moebius,
Radiohead,
The Kinks,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.