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 Qatar and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grime 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Altered Images,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Halsall,
Sparks,
Porter Ricks,
The Names,
Quadrant,
cv313,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Moon,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slick Rick,
Swans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Technova,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
The Monks,
Robert Görl,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unrelated Segments,
Cameo,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.