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 Andorra and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Matthew Halsall to the grunge 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Fear,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
The Human League,
Panda Bear,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Monks,
The Kinks,
OOIOO,
Iggy Pop,
Piero Umiliani,
Faraquet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fortunes,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Los Fastidios,
The Slits,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Scratch Acid,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fire Engines,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
The Doors,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.