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 Kyrgyzstan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
In Retrospect,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
The Wake,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ken Boothe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Pere Ubu,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
John Foxx,
Toni Rubio,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
Television Personalities,
Drexciya,
EPMD,
Suburban Knight,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
Bootsy Collins,
The Techniques,
Jacques Brel,
Quantec,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül II,
Moby Grape,
48th St. Collective,
The Monks,
The Mojo Men,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Yellowson,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.