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 Syria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lungfish to the electroclash 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
This Heat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skarface,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Robert Hood,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Section 25,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fugazi,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Kevin Saunderson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Shoche,
June Days,
Flipper,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Japan,
Hasil Adkins,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scientists,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.