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 Greece and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 organ 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 World's Most to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Faust,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Laurel Aitken,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
Derrick May,
Spoonie Gee,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dual Sessions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fad Gadget,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Liliput,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Moebius,
The Remains,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Pagans,
Sun City Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Saints,
The Monks,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Electric Prunes,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.