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 Georgia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the grime 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
Scratch Acid,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
DJ Sneak,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Moss Icon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
Scott Walker,
Monolake,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
James White and The Blacks,
Nas,
The Residents,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Jandek,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sparks,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.