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 Nauru and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Vainqueur to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Max Romeo,
The Birthday Party,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Machine,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Harpers Bizarre,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
The Gories,
David Bowie,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
Section 25,
Agent Orange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
The Happenings,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pantytec,
Urselle,
Kas Product,
Tomorrow,
Motorama,
Can,
Flipper,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Marmalade,
The Move,
Slave,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.