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 Kyrgyzstan and from Bremen.
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 Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Juan Atkins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roxy Music,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Technova,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
kango's stein massive,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Stetsasonic,
Buzzcocks,
The Cowsills,
Anakelly,
Pylon,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Delta 5,
The Saints,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.