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 Qatar and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Howard Jones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lakeside,
Y Pants,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Kayak,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
Talk Talk,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Walker Brothers,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liliput,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.