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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Dead C,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Hill,
Barclay James Harvest,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Searchers,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fluxion,
Drexciya,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Rites of Spring,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ice-T,
The Count Five,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
Derrick May,
Grandmaster Flash,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kayak,
Fad Gadget,
Gabor Szabo,
Reuben Wilson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Byron Stingily,
Black Moon,
John Holt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.