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 Niger and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Blancmange to the rock 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Andrew Hill,
The Kinks,
Mantronix,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faraquet,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
Jawbox,
Vainqueur,
Soul II Soul,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alice Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Mars,
These Immortal Souls,
Radio Birdman,
Lalann,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Los Fastidios,
Monolake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Severed Heads,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minny Pops,
Sun City Girls,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.