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 Seoul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lalann to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
China Crisis,
Bobby Womack,
David Axelrod,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Barbara Tucker,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Agitation Free,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Franke,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Slave,
John Cale,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Fall,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Oblivians,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lower 48,
Big Daddy Kane,
Groovy Waters,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.