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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Cybotron to the grunge 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gories,
Little Man,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Intrusion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Circle Jerks,
Lightning Bolt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Graham Central Station,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hoover,
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
One Last Wish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.