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 Chad and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cybotron,
The Red Krayola,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Lou Reed,
Joyce Sims,
Inner City,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Monolake,
ABBA,
the Human League,
Marine Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Bill Near,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
John Holt,
MDC,
Neil Young,
Guru Guru,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Camouflage,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Unrelated Segments,
Colin Newman,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Barclay James Harvest,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.