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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Can to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Adolescents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MDC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swell Maps,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Heaven 17,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Suicide,
Ultra Naté,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Letta Mbulu,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Al Stewart,
Chrome,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Velvet Underground,
Funkadelic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Don Cherry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.