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 Tunisia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Roxette,
The Pretty Things,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Half Japanese,
Delta 5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kaleidoscope,
Josef K,
John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
T. Rex,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Alton Ellis,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Brass Construction,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reagan Youth,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Icehouse,
Black Bananas,
Gabor Szabo,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maleditus Sound,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.