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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Fatback Band,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Lalann,
Japan,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Peter & Gordon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Morten Harket,
Sound Behaviour,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott Heron,
Procol Harum,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
The Misunderstood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
Smog,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
This Heat,
Mad Mike,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.