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 Venezuela and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tubeway Army,
Girls At Our Best!,
Urselle,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
The Slits,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül II,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Essential Logic,
Monks,
The Standells,
Jawbox,
Icehouse,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Pulsallama,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Piero Umiliani,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
Rites of Spring,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Visage,
the Swans,
Trumans Water,
Al Stewart,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Arab on Radar,
Junior Murvin,
Average White Band,
Niagra,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.