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 Venezuela and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Quando Quango to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Fluxion,
Suburban Knight,
Scan 7,
Leonard Cohen,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Boredoms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
the Human League,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Monolake,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Guru Guru,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
The Gories,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blossom Toes,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.