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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Human League to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unrelated Segments,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Drexciya,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Zapp,
Don Cherry,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Rakim,
Kayak,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David McCallum,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Bush Tetras,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Das Ding,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.