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 Georgia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman,
Lower 48,
Pole,
The Martian,
The Busters,
Lakeside,
MDC,
Brick,
John Holt,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Matthew Halsall,
The J.B.'s,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
The Litter,
Boredoms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Chris & Cosey,
Chris Corsano,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
Make Up,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Eve St. Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
Technova,
Icehouse,
The Human League,
The Dave Clark Five,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Reagan Youth,
The Black Dice,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.