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 Colombia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Barracudas 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Toni Rubio,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Scion,
Quantec,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Fear,
This Heat,
Hardrive,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Simply Red,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flipper,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
OOIOO,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.