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 Iceland and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Scion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
DNA,
Wings,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Skarface,
The Buckinghams,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
The Doors,
China Crisis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Q and Not U,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Trumans Water,
Unrelated Segments,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Saints,
Brass Construction,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Moby Grape,
Whodini,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.