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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Tres Demented,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Section 25,
Pantaleimon,
The J.B.'s,
Underground Resistance,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Porter Ricks,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Kaleidoscope,
Eddi Front,
Hashim,
The Wake,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Quando Quango,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fat Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Al Stewart,
Arcadia,
The Index,
Symarip,
Darondo,
The Fall,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cluster,
The Zeros,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.