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 Uruguay and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
10cc,
Black Pus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Outsiders,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Guru Guru,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantytec,
Motorama,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Slackers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.