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 Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Susan Cadogan,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Pus,
The Moleskins,
Wire,
Vainqueur,
Rosa Yemen,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
Leonard Cohen,
E-Dancer,
Sun Ra,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terry Callier,
Alice Coltrane,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Duran Duran,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
Marvin Gaye,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nas,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Fraelich,
Harmonia,
Stereo Dub,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Buzzcocks,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.