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 Dominican Republic and from Halifax.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Skaos,
Danielle Patucci,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Gong,
The Cure,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
Model 500,
Lou Christie,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Robert Hood,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
The Buckinghams,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
JFA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Moby Grape,
Goldenarms,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.