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 Cambodia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Danielle Patucci to the rock 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
Sight & Sound,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Nas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Names,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Symarip,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
The Toasters,
Panda Bear,
Can,
MDC,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Intrusion,
Matthew Bourne,
Cameo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
Mantronix,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Soulsonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Urselle,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-Ray Spex,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Almond,
The Motions,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.