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 Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Corsano to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Cluster,
Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
The Skatalites,
Animal Collective,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liliput,
X-102,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy Collins,
the Association,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
Skriet,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Aural Exciters,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
James White and The Blacks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Anthony Braxton,
Blake Baxter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.