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 Congo and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar 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 Lou Christie to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
Piero Umiliani,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Funkadelic,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sparks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Sixth Finger,
Masters at Work,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Pole,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ultravox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Sexual Harrassment,
One Last Wish,
Colin Newman,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.