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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
DJ Style,
Easy Going,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
Gong,
Ken Boothe,
Black Sheep,
Porter Ricks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Barracudas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Magma,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.