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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet 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?
Kayak,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Bronski Beat,
cv313,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Television Personalities,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
Ice-T,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Porter Ricks,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
Babytalk,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minny Pops,
Moss Icon,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.