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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rekid to the crunk 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Michelle Simonal,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Duran Duran,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
DJ Style,
Maurizio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scan 7,
Barrington Levy,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Supertramp,
Drexciya,
Depeche Mode,
The Searchers,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June Days,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Martian,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rufus Thomas,
Infiniti,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
The Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dave Gahan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Seeds,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.