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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Skaos,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
Mars,
The Human League,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Nico,
Can,
Laurel Aitken,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Nils Olav,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skarface,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Flipper,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stiv Bators,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
Basic Channel,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Bad Manners,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.