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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord 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 Gregory Isaacs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Bronski Beat,
Ludus,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
The Motions,
Gichy Dan,
Groovy Waters,
JFA,
Robert Hood,
Maurizio,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
Oblivians,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Zapp,
Jeff Lynne,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Blues Magoos,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Marmalade,
The Trojans,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.