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 Montenegro and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
The Golliwogs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
The Knickerbockers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Chris & Cosey,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Roxette,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Audionom,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.