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 Singapore and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Maurizio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultravox,
Neil Young,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
David Axelrod,
Sugar Minott,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
Oneida,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.