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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
Ituana,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Half Japanese,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Niagra,
Iggy Pop,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
The Gap Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Guru Guru,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Glenn Branca,
ABBA,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Roger Hodgson,
CMW,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lucky Dragons,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
The Moody Blues,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Fela Kuti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.