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 Mali and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Shuggie Otis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Toasters,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
The Smoke,
June of 44,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalann,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
David McCallum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fall,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Sherman,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Neu!,
Depeche Mode,
Bronski Beat,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Colin Newman,
Warsaw,
AZ,
Mo-Dettes,
Ultravox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Fraelich,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monochrome Set,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.