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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Flipper to the dance 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Style,
Basic Channel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
Robert Wyatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Deakin,
The Moleskins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
Arthur Verocai,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
AZ,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Youth Brigade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Los Fastidios,
Half Japanese,
Subhumans,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
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.