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 Nigeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
The Move,
Kerrie Biddell,
The J.B.'s,
Bauhaus,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
Popol Vuh,
Soft Cell,
John Cale,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Sällskapet,
Vladislav Delay,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Alice Coltrane,
John Coltrane,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
The Birthday Party,
Bush Tetras,
The Gap Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
The Last Poets,
Eric B and Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Con Funk Shun,
Crime,
ABBA,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.