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 Costa Rica and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the jazz 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
These Immortal Souls,
Janne Schatter,
Black Pus,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker,
Hoover,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Grauzone,
The Zeros,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Lower 48,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
Television,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Radio Birdman,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gap Band,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
Goldenarms,
Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.