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 Colombia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
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 mellotron 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Youth Brigade,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Das Ding,
Cymande,
The Red Krayola,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Second Layer,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Danielle Patucci,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Y Pants,
Soft Machine,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.