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 Gabon and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Tears for Fears to the electroclash 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Panda Bear,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camberwell Now,
The Gories,
The Raincoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Hoover,
Crooked Eye,
Iggy Pop,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Drive Like Jehu,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
The Gladiators,
The Gun Club,
Barrington Levy,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Ronan,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.