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 Kazakhstan and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Deakin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Sonics,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
The Misunderstood,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pantytec,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
the Germs,
Mr. Review,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Whodini,
Wolf Eyes,
48th St. Collective,
Anthony Braxton,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Fear,
Japan,
Chrome,
Johnny Clarke,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Dark Day,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.