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 New Zealand 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mantronix to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Liliput,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Kurtis Blow,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Arab on Radar,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dual Sessions,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Buzzcocks,
ABC,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Scion,
The Wake,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Heaven 17,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Mark Hollis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.