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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crime to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Altered Images,
10cc,
Darondo,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Yellowson,
Joyce Sims,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
F. McDonald,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Maleditus Sound,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
L. Decosne,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Carl Craig,
Minny Pops,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
T. Rex,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Y Pants,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
Freddie Wadling,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.