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 Mauritania and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Thompson Twins,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
X-101,
Pere Ubu,
Heaven 17,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
Niagra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Yusef Lateef,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hoover,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Joyce Sims,
The Pop Group,
the Swans,
Cameo,
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantaleimon,
Dave Gahan,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
The Velvet Underground,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.