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 Mozambique and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gladiators,
Man Eating Sloth,
AZ,
Marine Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Star Department,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald,
Todd Rundgren,
Lyres,
UT,
Mr. Review,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Joe Finger,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Robert Hood,
Second Layer,
Tres Demented,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Little Man,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.