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 France 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ossler,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pop Group,
Lebanon Hanover,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
John Cale,
Public Enemy,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Joey Negro,
Gong,
June Days,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
H. Thieme,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.