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 Libya and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Byron Stingily,
Joensuu 1685,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Flipper,
The Litter,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Susan Cadogan,
Absolute Body Control,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Supertramp,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
Ludus,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Thee Headcoats,
Easy Going,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Victims,
Moebius,
Q and Not U,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage,
Lou Reed,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Matthew Bourne,
Patti Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Bronski Beat,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.