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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Tears for Fears,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barbara Tucker,
Zapp,
Fad Gadget,
New Order,
a-ha,
Funkadelic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Starr,
Junior Murvin,
Brass Construction,
Gang of Four,
Marc Almond,
Rakim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
Arcadia,
Scrapy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
The Sound,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Index,
Leonard Cohen,
DNA,
Interpol,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lee Hazlewood,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Ralphi Rosario,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.