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 Mozambique and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Music Machine to the funk 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Man Parrish,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Simply Red,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
X-Ray Spex,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gang of Four,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Franke,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
JFA,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
PIL,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hoover,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Intrusion,
The Gories,
the Association,
Sixth Finger,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Brick,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Axelrod,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.