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 Chile and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
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 spring reverb 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 Soul II Soul to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Lou Christie,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Maurizio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ludus,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Flipper,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Junior Murvin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Al Stewart,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Con Funk Shun,
CMW,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Urselle,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
Quando Quango,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Henry Cow,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.