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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Anakelly to the grime 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Radio Birdman,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Zapp,
The Music Machine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
MC5,
CMW,
Ossler,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed,
Loose Ends,
Half Japanese,
Funkadelic,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Rapeman,
Television,
Junior Murvin,
Hardrive,
Second Layer,
Oblivians,
Barry Ungar,
The Stooges,
The Angels of Light,
The Associates,
X-101,
Alton Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.