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 Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Leaves to the techno 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Mandrill,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Mo-Dettes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
Ken Boothe,
Kurtis Blow,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Brick,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rod Modell,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
H. Thieme,
The Monochrome Set,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Flipper,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.