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 South Sudan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Knickerbockers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Swans,
Ten City,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Swans,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Erasure,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dark Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Warsaw,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Don Cherry,
Hot Snakes,
Max Romeo,
Rod Modell,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Unwound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Joyce Sims,
Ludus,
James White and The Blacks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Faust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun City Girls,
Monolake,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Monks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
The Human League,
Neil Young,
PIL,
Siglo XX,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.