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 Colombia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 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 Urselle to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
Supertramp,
Technova,
Monks,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
Wings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Machine,
48th St. Collective,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Underground Resistance,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monks,
Ponytail,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Rotary Connection,
Q65,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.