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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Bootsy Collins,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Moebius,
Monolake,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Junior Murvin,
KRS-One,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cymande,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun Ra,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Y Pants,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Residents,
Technova,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Arcadia,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Susan Cadogan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Audionom,
Infiniti,
The Gories,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arab on Radar,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.