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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 This Heat to the grunge 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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kerri Chandler,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
Marc Almond,
Aaron Thompson,
Scientists,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Magma,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The Modern Lovers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Mo-Dettes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lakeside,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
Whodini,
China Crisis,
Second Layer,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
10cc,
Patti Smith,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Harry Pussy,
Delta 5,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.