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 Toronto.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
X-102,
Kerrie Biddell,
Spoonie Gee,
Kurtis Blow,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
Skaos,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Foxx,
Rapeman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Underground Resistance,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
PIL,
Ludus,
Kenny Larkin,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
Rotary Connection,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.