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 Peru and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Blossom Toes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
Neu!,
JFA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Fela Kuti,
Ken Boothe,
The Human League,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Martian,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Delon & Dalcan,
Adolescents,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Stereo Dub,
Guru Guru,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Judy Mowatt,
The Techniques,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Duran Duran,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.