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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
Chris Corsano,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Aural Exciters,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
One Last Wish,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Starr,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Pantaleimon,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
World's Most,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.