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 Jamaica and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
Royal Trux,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
The Gun Club,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eddi Front,
The Moody Blues,
The Fuzztones,
Groovy Waters,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Searchers,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
David Bowie,
Alton Ellis,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
Barbara Tucker,
Television,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Audionom,
FM Einheit,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.