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 Israel and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Infiniti to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
Parry Music,
K-Klass,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Spandau Ballet,
Sound Behaviour,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joyce Sims,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Dave Gahan,
Vladislav Delay,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jacques Brel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Tremeloes,
Mantronix,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Kas Product,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Babytalk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Delta 5,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.