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 Serbia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Index to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultravox,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Davy DMX,
Cecil Taylor,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Judy Mowatt,
Neil Young,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Buzzcocks,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Main Source,
Gil Scott Heron,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slackers,
Monks,
Television,
Infiniti,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Skaos,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Invisible,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Hardrive,
Reagan Youth,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.