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 Togo and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Nik Kershaw 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lungfish,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Carl Craig,
John Lydon,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Dark Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deadbeat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun City Girls,
Lalann,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
Whodini,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Archie Shepp,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mr. Review,
The Moleskins,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Sixth Finger,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Eddi Front,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
The Standells,
Minnie Riperton,
Harry Pussy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Main Source,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Pole,
Juan Atkins,
Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Basic Channel,
The Fuzztones,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.