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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
Index,
The Cure,
Joyce Sims,
Crooked Eye,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
The Count Five,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Fire Engines,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Durutti Column,
LL Cool J,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
June of 44,
The Remains,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Sound Behaviour,
Sugar Minott,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.