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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young,
Ken Boothe,
Suburban Knight,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Urselle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalann,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
The Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Supertramp,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
48th St. Collective,
Darondo,
The Electric Prunes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Tubeway Army,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.