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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the grunge 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pylon,
The Blackbyrds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Raincoats,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Excepter,
Inner City,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonic Youth,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Simply Red,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
The Slackers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Wolf Eyes,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Ice-T,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Organ,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Five Americans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Dead Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.