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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sällskapet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Carl Craig,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Index,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
The Cowsills,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Oblivians,
Liliput,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Second Layer,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
Banda Bassotti,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Neu!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mantronix,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.