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 Tuvalu and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sister Nancy,
AZ,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yellowson,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stiv Bators,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxette,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pagans,
In Retrospect,
Black Pus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Little Man,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Don Cherry,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Lynne,
The United States of America,
Von Mondo,
Bluetip,
World's Most,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Whodini,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
Magazine,
Scan 7,
48th St. Collective,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
Country Teasers,
Radiohead,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.