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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
The Move,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
A Certain Ratio,
The Modern Lovers,
Rekid,
The Gories,
Technova,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Toni Rubio,
Glenn Branca,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Ornette Coleman,
Dual Sessions,
The Pretty Things,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.