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 Armenia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 Electric Prunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
One Last Wish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Cale,
The Martian,
The Kinks,
Flipper,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
PIL,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Mark Hollis,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cecil Taylor,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Barrington Levy,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Scion,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
The Velvet Underground,
Neu!,
Stereo Dub,
Deadbeat,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Gabor Szabo,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deakin,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.