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 Poland and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Danielle Patucci,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Names,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bronski Beat,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dark Day,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Fad Gadget,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.