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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Moebius to the dance 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Procol Harum,
The Moleskins,
DJ Sneak,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Ronan,
cv313,
Scion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
Yellowson,
Rotary Connection,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Matthew Bourne,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Junior Murvin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.