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 Dominica and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Blancmange 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Associates,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Outsiders,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Buzzcocks,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang of Four,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Monolake,
John Holt,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Thee Headcoats,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Absolute Body Control,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.