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 Ethiopia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Newcleus,
DNA,
Mantronix,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Eve St. Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Neon Judgement,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
The Real Kids,
Pussy Galore,
UT,
The Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
the Swans,
MDC,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bobby Sherman,
John Coltrane,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Moss Icon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
Underground Resistance,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.