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 Sweden and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Monks to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Easy Going,
Adolescents,
Minny Pops,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Marine Girls,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Scott Walker,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick May,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Cameo,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Bush Tetras,
Mo-Dettes,
Matthew Halsall,
Quando Quango,
X-101,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Grass Roots,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Howard Jones,
Robert Görl,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.