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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Model 500 to the jazz 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Radiohead,
The Last Poets,
This Heat,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
10cc,
Cluster,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rekid,
Brick,
Erasure,
Severed Heads,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Bobby Womack,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
James White and The Blacks,
The Evens,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
The Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Wasted Youth,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Chris Corsano,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.