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 Mauritius and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
The Pop Group,
Theoretical Girls,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pulsallama,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Essential Logic,
Josef K,
Popol Vuh,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sonics,
Minutemen,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Neon Judgement,
La Düsseldorf,
Dave Gahan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Audionom,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.