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 Russia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Zapp to the grunge 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Peter & Gordon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unwound,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Technova,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crooked Eye,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ronnie Foster,
Trumans Water,
Cymande,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barry Ungar,
Nico,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Fluxion,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MC5,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.