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 Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Arab on Radar to the techno 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Warren Ellis,
Drexciya,
Spoonie Gee,
Bad Manners,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Newcleus,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Cluster,
Byron Stingily,
OOIOO,
Altered Images,
DJ Style,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Prince Buster,
Infiniti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
EPMD,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Deadbeat,
Sun City Girls,
Marmalade,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.