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 Portugal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
Visage,
Shoche,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
The Golliwogs,
Surgeon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Kinks,
Rekid,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Zapp,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Public Enemy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wolf Eyes,
The Last Poets,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.