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 Germany and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Star Department to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
Swell Maps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Slits,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
B.T. Express,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
The Pretty Things,
Leonard Cohen,
The Smiths,
Stockholm Monsters,
OOIOO,
Liliput,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Pylon,
The Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter and Kerry,
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Rites of Spring,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.