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 Senegal and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mexico City.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Nick Fraelich,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Second Layer,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Skatalites,
Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Soft Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Banda Bassotti,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
Spandau Ballet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.