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 Mauritius and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Little Man,
Fear,
the Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
kango's stein massive,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Quadrant,
Deadbeat,
Erykah Badu,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
D'Angelo,
X-102,
Soul Sonic Force,
Byron Stingily,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arcadia,
Buzzcocks,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare,
Chris Corsano,
B.T. Express,
Mars,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Charles Mingus,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
DNA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.