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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sugar Minott,
Dawn Penn,
H. Thieme,
Chris Corsano,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Lucky Dragons,
The Music Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Qualms,
ABBA,
Ossler,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Public Image Ltd.,
Easy Going,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Flamin' Groovies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Camberwell Now,
John Lydon,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Altered Images,
Cluster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
The Toasters,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.