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 Chile and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
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 rhodes 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Shoche,
Rakim,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Alison Limerick,
Minor Threat,
Patti Smith,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Pierre Henry,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
the Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
CMW,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moody Blues,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Nik Kershaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
John Cale,
The Residents,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Grass Roots,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rapeman,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Kerrie Biddell,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.