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 South Africa and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 cv313 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Popol Vuh,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Technova,
The Gap Band,
The Index,
Ken Boothe,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
Lindisfarne,
Cluster,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Peter & Gordon,
The Real Kids,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ituana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Spoonie Gee,
B.T. Express,
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
Arthur Verocai,
Goldenarms,
June Days,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.