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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Pop Group,
The New Christs,
The Pretty Things,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Franke,
The Smoke,
Excepter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grauzone,
Connie Case,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric Copeland,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
Accadde A,
Cheater Slicks,
Eden Ahbez,
Das Ding,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
James White and The Blacks,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythm & Sound,
Unwound,
Country Teasers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Byron Stingily,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
The Blues Magoos,
Public Enemy,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.