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 Maldives and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Main Source,
Quando Quango,
Neu!,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
The Vogues,
10cc,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
Negative Approach,
the Germs,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
The Misunderstood,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
New York Dolls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
E-Dancer,
Duran Duran,
The Doors,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joe Finger,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
R.M.O.,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
L. Decosne,
Silicon Teens,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
kango's stein massive,
Index,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.