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 Dominican Republic and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Bush Tetras,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Henry Cow,
CMW,
Jacques Brel,
ABC,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skarface,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alton Ellis,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sam Rivers,
Angry Samoans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.