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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Rekid,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
U.S. Maple,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalann,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Hasil Adkins,
The Misunderstood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Soulsonic Force,
X-102,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Ken Boothe,
Drexciya,
Model 500,
T. Rex,
Arthur Verocai,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Monolake,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.