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 Luxembourg and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Johannesburg.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
K-Klass,
This Heat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
The United States of America,
The Motions,
The Fuzztones,
Qualms,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Pretty Things,
B.T. Express,
Altered Images,
Ultimate Spinach,
Skriet,
Moby Grape,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
The Names,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Echospace,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Section 25,
Anthony Braxton,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.