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 Barbados and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Crash Course in Science,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Joensuu 1685,
Suicide,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
New Order,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Dual Sessions,
Whodini,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Ludus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Selecter,
The Durutti Column,
Cecil Taylor,
Soft Machine,
Guru Guru,
Althea and Donna,
Youth Brigade,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.