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 Bolivia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Procol Harum,
Joyce Sims,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Hoover,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Mark Hollis,
The Knickerbockers,
Darondo,
Q65,
Chrome,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Fraelich,
The J.B.'s,
Nils Olav,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drexciya,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
Guru Guru,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.