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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 oboe 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Green,
Soul Sonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
cv313,
Moebius,
Swans,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Laurel Aitken,
Country Teasers,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The Knickerbockers,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
Franke,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Scott Walker,
Gang of Four,
The Cramps,
Carl Craig,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Cymande,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.