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 Haiti and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Kaleidoscope,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The Grass Roots,
Yellowson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slits,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Maurizio,
Aswad,
Underground Resistance,
Ludus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
Kurtis Blow,
Fat Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Lungfish,
Lyres,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
The Move,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Whodini,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.