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 Bangladesh and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Fear,
JFA,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
The Mojo Men,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Wolf Eyes,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sex Pistols,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
U.S. Maple,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Zapp,
Fluxion,
Chris & Cosey,
Flash Fearless,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.