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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Buzzcocks to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Sun City Girls,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Tom Boy,
Todd Terry,
Eurythmics,
Pere Ubu,
Soul II Soul,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
The Monochrome Set,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Los Fastidios,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Remains,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
In Retrospect,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
ABC,
LL Cool J,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.