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 Macedonia and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Shuggie Otis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
Robert Wyatt,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
The Leaves,
This Heat,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Davy DMX,
Mad Mike,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Colin Newman,
Television Personalities,
Jeff Lynne,
Ten City,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
cv313,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
John Coltrane,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
CMW,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.