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 Germany and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Barrington Levy to the rock 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
The Fortunes,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Real Kids,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Normal,
Derrick May,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camberwell Now,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Robert Görl,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Radio Birdman,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sound,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Visage,
Talk Talk,
Underground Resistance,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
The Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.