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 Lithuania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Henry Cow,
Eden Ahbez,
Tubeway Army,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
X-101,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Echospace,
New Order,
Masters at Work,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Pierre Henry,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Kayak,
The Sound,
Ituana,
The Zeros,
The Leaves,
Sugar Minott,
Arcadia,
K-Klass,
Nirvana,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hoover,
Aswad,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.