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 Laos and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lakeside,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
CMW,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Malaria!,
Robert Görl,
Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cybotron,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Sun City Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Camouflage,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
June Days,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Magma,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
Yazoo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
the Slits,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.