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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül,
Lakeside,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Severed Heads,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Near,
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Circle Jerks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Piero Umiliani,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
DNA,
Nirvana,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.