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 Suriname and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Kayak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Rekid,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Moebius,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Zeros,
Altered Images,
The Cure,
Cameo,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Derrick May,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Henry Cow,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Joy Division,
Icehouse,
Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.