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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
Eddi Front,
Suicide,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
David McCallum,
The Buckinghams,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
Sonic Youth,
Dennis Brown,
Lightning Bolt,
The Happenings,
Stockholm Monsters,
Davy DMX,
World's Most,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
Harpers Bizarre,
kango's stein massive,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Roxette,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Sex Pistols,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.