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 Oman and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
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 808 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
The Misunderstood,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Moebius,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
The Monks,
Prince Buster,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Oneida,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Judy Mowatt,
The Walker Brothers,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
F. McDonald,
Pulsallama,
Anthony Braxton,
the Sonics,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Erykah Badu,
the Human League,
David McCallum,
Warsaw,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Happenings,
Sandy B,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.