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 Bahrain and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Ultra Naté,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Nirvana,
Blossom Toes,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Clear Light,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
the Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Wings,
Jacques Brel,
The Index,
The Modern Lovers,
the Soft Cell,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
John Coltrane,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Drexciya,
Matthew Bourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.