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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythm & Sound to the techno 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Susan Cadogan,
Thee Headcoats,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
Aswad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Schoolly D,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
Cameo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Hood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.