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 Uzbekistan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 spring reverb 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 Spoonie Gee 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Byrd,
Alphaville,
Bill Near,
Peter & Gordon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Alice Coltrane,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Can,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Japan,
Sixth Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Tres Demented,
Dave Gahan,
Make Up,
Mad Mike,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jawbox,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Swans,
The Black Dice,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Erasure,
Nirvana,
John Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
the Human League,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.