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 Andorra and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Half Japanese,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Neil Young,
The Sound,
Neu!,
Todd Terry,
David McCallum,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Enemy,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gregory Isaacs,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
PIL,
Qualms,
Wings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camouflage,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lucky Dragons,
Yusef Lateef,
Barrington Levy,
Marc Almond,
Buzzcocks,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Skarface,
Silicon Teens,
The Move,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.