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 Tonga and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Silicon Teens,
Main Source,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
Unwound,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare,
Wolf Eyes,
Young Marble Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gap Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Mission of Burma,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bauhaus,
Minny Pops,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
Blancmange,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
U.S. Maple,
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Intrusion,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.