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 Burkina and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
Crime,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Camouflage,
Mantronix,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Public Enemy,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Black Flag,
The Fuzztones,
Quando Quango,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric Copeland,
Wire,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Drexciya,
Desert Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Lalann,
Television,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
Rapeman,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.