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 Kosovo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Silicon Teens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Suicide,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Association,
The Index,
Unwound,
Siglo XX,
Henry Cow,
Leonard Cohen,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
One Last Wish,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Section 25,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Camberwell Now,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Judy Mowatt,
Scan 7,
OOIOO,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Wire,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.