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 Suriname and from London.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Thompson Twins to the electroclash 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mad Mike,
Khruangbin,
Kaleidoscope,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Talk Talk,
LL Cool J,
Amazonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Al Stewart,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
The Cramps,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Joensuu 1685,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Mo-Dettes,
Warren Ellis,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.