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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Fraelich,
Marmalade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Foxx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
The Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
The Kinks,
Can,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Maurizio,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Anakelly,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
The Dead C,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ten City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Soft Cell,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Blancmange,
Khruangbin,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.