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 Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deadbeat,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Arthur Verocai,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord,
Ornette Coleman,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Move,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Dual Sessions,
The Star Department,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Minor Threat,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
Jandek,
Mandrill,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Mills,
The Fortunes,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Mantronix,
The Selecter,
Black Bananas,
Donald Byrd,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed,
Motorama,
Sixth Finger,
Dave Gahan,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.