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 Poland and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lou Christie to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Aswad,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scrapy,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gories,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Real Kids,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cymande,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Supertramp,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Quantec,
Anakelly,
Ultra Naté,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
The Cowsills,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Chrome,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Bar-Kays,
The Martian,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.