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 Solomon Islands and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
Echospace,
The Fall,
The Names,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Harry Pussy,
The Misunderstood,
The Young Rascals,
The Victims,
Michelle Simonal,
The Tremeloes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Pylon,
The Associates,
Sex Pistols,
The Gladiators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
Make Up,
David McCallum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
Little Man,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.