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 Brazil and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalann,
The New Christs,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Evens,
Thee Headcoats,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Hardrive,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Pylon,
Blancmange,
The Residents,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.