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 New Zealand and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Bad Manners,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Human League,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Magazine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Subhumans,
Tim Buckley,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The United States of America,
Sarah Menescal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lalann,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rapeman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
the Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.