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 Guatemala and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Eli Mardock to the jazz 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Ituana,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Das Ding,
Minnie Riperton,
Make Up,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Urselle,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Heaven 17,
Warren Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Goldenarms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Piero Umiliani,
Rapeman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.