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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 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 electroclash 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Dorothy Ashby,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Parry Music,
Reuben Wilson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Moby Grape,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
Aswad,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Infiniti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deepchord,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
kango's stein massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.