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 Romania and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Los Fastidios,
Fifty Foot Hose,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
Section 25,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rufus Thomas,
Popol Vuh,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erasure,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Marine Girls,
Khruangbin,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Blossom Toes,
Dennis Brown,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
Tres Demented,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Tommy Roe,
Crash Course in Science,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.