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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ludus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Zapp,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Unwound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Deakin,
Fat Boys,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
the Sonics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rosa Yemen,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
David Axelrod,
Tim Buckley,
Gang of Four,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Niagra,
Audionom,
Darondo,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
The New Christs,
The Techniques,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Goldenarms,
Ten City,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
The Moleskins,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Moody Blues,
E-Dancer,
The Monochrome Set,
Brass Construction,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.