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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 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 Althea and Donna to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Japan,
Circle Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
L. Decosne,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Oneida,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Malaria!,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Throbbing Gristle,
CMW,
The Angels of Light,
Sexual Harrassment,
Terry Callier,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
The Grass Roots,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter & Gordon,
Radio Birdman,
The Cure,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.