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 Mongolia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Moebius to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Residents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
10cc,
The United States of America,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Minnie Riperton,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lower 48,
Fluxion,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Los Fastidios,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Laurel Aitken,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
Sound Behaviour,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacques Brel,
Eric Copeland,
Schoolly D,
Barry Ungar,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.