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 Norway and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
E-Dancer,
The J.B.'s,
Faraquet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smiths,
H. Thieme,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Black Pus,
Wolf Eyes,
Severed Heads,
John Coltrane,
Tears for Fears,
The Monks,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
The Neon Judgement,
The Standells,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Sixth Finger,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Nas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
The Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barrington Levy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.