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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Thompson Twins to the dance 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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Duran Duran,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Bob Dylan,
Bush Tetras,
Quantec,
The Birthday Party,
Skaos,
Mission of Burma,
The Durutti Column,
The Names,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
U.S. Maple,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun Ra,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Crime,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Mark Hollis,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Erykah Badu,
Man Parrish,
Ludus,
Cal Tjader,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.