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 Norway and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Procol Harum,
Eddi Front,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Selecter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Gabor Szabo,
X-Ray Spex,
Magazine,
Iggy Pop,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Ossler,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Icehouse,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
MDC,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Heaven 17,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.